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This one's about having a more physical relationship and not spiritual. |
laying on the grass hill we meet at every saturday night naming all the stars we can, telling misunderstood stories about them laying in your arms, hearing your heart beat i felt a disconnection, a gap in the silence you speak what aren't you telling me? i want to be yours like this forever more but i feel left out from you and when i see the sunday light it could be too late to talk all about us (chorus) why can't you just call me up at midnight talking me to sleep why can't you tell me all your fears and the things that hurt you why can't you hold me, kiss me with the love you say is there ...why can't you... i love to hear you breathe i love it when you call me "honey" i dream of the question that will soon change our lives but we don't have anything except touch no sense of knowing who we are makes us untouchable and once again i ask why can't you? show me i'm not just your girl tell me all you are sweet talk doesn't fix the bitterness but truth fires up the road the road i long to take with you all the things that we'd come across driving through desert or dreams tell me what you want for yourself to create a road no one would see i'll be you empty, open book to fill line by line word by word our love becoming a script no stories but stories of our poetry be my poem my love story so tell me... (chorus 2x) The End |