4 acessos
If I could, I would fix our wrists together
In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart
But impossibility knows nothing of compromise
And hope can only take us so far
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles
If I could I would, rest our cheeks together
So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth
And kisses could act as punctuation
And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
My hands are tied
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles...