Fingers from "Amor Fati" by Byron Mayhew

As I sit beneath, the cherry tree... I then see, this moment's perfect. So I squeeze your hand, to hold it tighter. In time I'll know, my plan was doomed at the start.

Oh this moment, oh this moment slipped through my fingers, through my fingers. I wasn't supposed to, was never meant to, meant to hold you, meant to hold you.

I try to recreate that perfect moment. The same scene, but different actors. So I line the shot to take a picture. Try to hold it close, only makes it further. That it's not the same, the moment's changed. Time to find, time find another...

Oh this moment, oh this moment slipped through my fingers, through my fingers. I wasn't supposed to, was never meant to, meant to hold you, meant to hold you.

Light shun through, the tiny crevace where beams of light once cracked the surface. So I take a pause and breath it in, but this time I learned I can't contain it. So I let it go, let it flow through me. Moment's like these are best enjoyed when their free...

Oh this moment, oh this moment slipped through my fingers, through my fingers. I wasn't supposed to, was never meant to, meant to hold you, meant to hold you.

Oh this moment, oh this moment slipped through my fingers, through my fingers. I wasn't supposed to, was never meant to, meant to hold you, meant to hold you.

Wasn't supposed to, was never meant to, meant to hold you, meant to hold you. Oh this moment, oh this moment slipped through my fingers, through my fingers...

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