And just before my head hits the pillow, I'll think of you. The words you spoke, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silences we shared. And just before my head caughts up in a dream, I'll think of you. And when I dream, I'll dream of you.
I think the only reason why people hold on to memories, so tight and so long, is because memories are the only things that don't change, when everything else does.
