The way your laughter echoes
As you leave me far behind,
Sweeter than a windchime bell
As you leave me far behind,
Sweeter than a windchime bell
A song I can't quite find...
And when we rest upon lush grass
You look me in the eye;
Flushed and giddy from the run,
And laughing 'till you sigh...
You look me in the eye;
Flushed and giddy from the run,
And laughing 'till you sigh...
I'll follow you forever;
I'll die here in this race.
For when you let me hold your hand,
You make it worth the chase.
I'll die here in this race.
For when you let me hold your hand,
You make it worth the chase.
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