Tekstovi: Yellowcard. Hang You Up.

I can not hold this anymore
my hands are tired of only waiting to let go
and I am waiting...still

i used to know which way to turn
you were a light inside a tunnel in my head
i try to follow...still
i try to follow...still

it's hard to see you, we are older now
and when i find you, you just turn around
this is a black and white of you i've found
i hang you up and then i pull you down
i hang you up and then i pull you down

no more apologies from me
my arms are tired of picking up what i put down
you're all i think of...still

i'm gonna miss you everyday
i turn my back on anyone who won't believe
and it gets lonely...still
it gets lonely...still

it's hard to see you, we are older now
and when i find you, you just turn around
this is a black and white of you i've found
i hang you up and then i pull you down

i hang you up and then i pull you down

i get lost sometimes
another year flies by
but i know if i try
memories of the light in your eyes
can take me back in time

it's hard to see you, we are older now
and when i find you, you just turn around
this is a black and white of you i found
i hang you up and then i pull you down
it's hard to see you we are older now (we are older now)
and when i find you, you just turn around (you turn around)
this is a black and white of you i found (you i found)
i hang you up and then i pull you down
(pull you down)
i hang you up and then i pull you down
(pull you down)
i hang you up and then i pull you down
(pull you down)

i don't hear music anymore
my ears are tired of all the pictures in the words
cause you are in them...still