Gimme your hands; show me the door
I cannot stand to wait anymore!
Somebody said, “Be what you’ll be” — we could be old and cold and dead on the scene!
But I love you more than words could say…
I can’t count the reasons I should stay.
Gimme some more time in a dream; gimme the hope to run out of steam.
Somebody said it could be here — we could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year!
I can’t count the reasons I should stay; one by one, they all just fade away.
I’m tired of the “wait and see”s; I’m tired of that part of me
That makes up a perfect lie to keep us between.
But hours turn into days, so watch what you throw away
And be here to recognize, there’s another way…
Gimme some more time in a dream; gimme the hope to run out of steam.
Somebody said it could be here — we could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year!
But I love you more than words could say.
I can’t count the reasons I should stay; one by one, they all just fade away.
Oh, I love you more than words could say.
- At Least It Was Here || The 88
(Source: keenincisions)
