paces

The hill where we walked
Where under the little tree we talked
Surrounded by the dead
And I swore I could see them walking around
And you said it was stupid

Your eyes closed shut so
You never saw me staring at your face
If you noticed I would've looked away, embarrassed
But you looked so beautiful and calm
Though the legs still paced

And when I pace too
I hope this moment would circle forever
Constantly holding you
And constantly holding you