The things we hold so dear by Ted

i remember a time,
when we would all scream out our team pride
when life was going fine,
and we had nothing to hide

i miss everything we used to take for granate
like a bed time story from my leader
like our name, our claim, and our pride when we'ld
chant it
and cudleing around the heater

i never scream out my nick name
becuse no one screams "mag check"
seems like forever since ive seen QE2
seems like forever since ive seen you

i want to look at you face to face
but i find instead a picture in your place
i hold to me the items that my brother gave me
one the first night that he could fully see

i look into to my mind
to conferm my greatest fear
for the only answer i can find
is the memories stop here

those we hold so dear
the memories we hold near
lsid down with a tear
i admit it stops here