Put your hand in my hand
We can make something new
When the plot twist is over
Hand-picked a few flowers
Roses colored white and pink
You put one in my hair
And say they're your favorite I think
Can you whisper sweet nothings just to fill my dreams?
Like none of this happened, it's just what could be
If there was no split in our story
As I wait for the end
Is time, my enemy or friend?
When the plot twist is over
Maybe we've changed but I still get to know you
You can always come over
Even if we've grown up I'll still open the door
Put your hand in my hand
We can make something new
When the plot twist is over
Put your hand in my hand
We can make something new
When the plot twist is over
The days feel the same
Waiting for a knock that says something's changed
Anxiety plays
Telling me you won't remember my name
And it tears me to pieces
That reality's dreamless
Every night sleepless
Now we can't even talk
I hate the restrictions
How we don't get to pick
How our lives get to go
When the plot twist is over
Maybe we've changed but I still get to know you
You can always come over
Even if we've grown up I'll still open the door
Put your hand in my hand
We can make something new
When the plot twist is over
Put your hand in my hand
We can make something new
When the plot twist is over
(Hand in my hand)
(Make something new, ah)
Hand-picked a few flowers
Roses colored white and pink