8 acessos
I want to tell you,
My head is filled with things to say,
When you're here,
All those words they seem to slip away.
When I get near you,
Things begin to drag me down,
It's alright,
I'll make you maybe next time around.
But if I seem to act unkind,
It's only me, i's not my mind,
That is confusing things.
I want to tell you,
I feel hung up and I don't know why,
I don't mind, I could wait forever,
I've got time.
Sometimes I wish I knew you well,
Then I could speak my mind and tell you
Maybe you'd understand.
I want to tell you,
I feel hung up and I don't know why,
I don't mind, I could wait forever,
I've got time. I've got time.