Texty:
Backseat Goodbye Seeing Is Believing

you were running through a field alone. without my hand to guide you back home. just wanted to believe. that you were still here. but seeing is believing

and you were running through a field alone. without my hand to guide you back home. just wanted to believe. that you were still here. but seeing is believing

is falling apart I'm trying to hold on But I can see you fading Be quick-Or you've missed it Sometimes when our backs are turned the choice is made Once