I made tonight a memory
I could walk for miles and miles
I left a shadow at her feet
I can see her all alone
The night itself a reverie
I could dream this out for a while
I keep her lost in lock and key
'Cause she's just my kind of style

She takes my hand and leads me in
It is not over
She sets the mood so I begin
And I walk over
She speaks the word to make me grin
Can I please have her
We grab a hold to brace the end
This is what I am speaking of

I made tonight a memory
Yeah you took me higher and higher
You make it hard for me to leave
But I'm coming back to you

She takes my hand and leads me in
It is not over
She sets the mood so I begin
And I walk over
She speaks the word to make me grin
Can I please have her
We grab a hold to brace the end
This is what I am speaking of

I crawl my way back in your head
To hear you speak and dream again
To touch your lips from deep within
A bit like love and hail the wind
Across the grave invite the bands
Carry well when the world ends
Across you lay, I loose you when you're in my arms
Just like the wind

It's not over, over, over
It's not over, over, over

She takes my hand and leads me in, It is not over
She sets the mood so I begin, and I walk over
She speaks the word to make me grin
Can I please have her
We grab a hold to brace the end
This is what I am speaking of

I crawl my way back in your head
To hear you speak and dream again
To touch your lips from deep within
A bit like love and hail the wind
Across the grave invite the bands
Carry well when the world ends
Across you lay, I loose you when you're in my arms
Just like the wind

(It's not over, over, over)
I crawl my way back in your head
To hear you speak and dream again
(It's not over, over, over)
To touch your lips from deep within
A bit like love and hail the wind
(It's not over, over, over)
Across the grave invite the bands
Carry well when the world ends
(It's not over, over, over)
Across you lay, I loose you when you're in my arms
Just like the wind

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Writer(s): ADAM WILLARD, TOM DELONGE