Never thought a thing could truly touch
My inner being and mean so much
So much to me
A vessel bearing precious history
It may not be that grand in its design
But it's from a hand that once held mine
In memory
Held in quiet continuity
It's funny how this token found its way
A little broken to today
A mystery
A mutual mistake of destiny
And if I could unwind both time and space
I'd try to find a familiar place
For you and me
In threads of quiet continuity
Falling star
Draws the line from you to me
Falling star
Draws the line from you to me
In threads of quiet continuity