All eyes far and few in between,
nothing short of everything,
nothing more could ever help me see the light.
More than at this very time,
always someone else in mind,
hoping that this time it's not a let down,
hoping that in time they'll come around.
Just because there's falling snow,
doesn't mean we shouldn't go,
doesn't mean we stay inside avoid the cold.
I'll follow you through burning coals,
worn off shoes with worn out soles,
doesn't mean we stay inside.
Even if it's just for the night.
Sun came up too fast I see,
lying on my back asleep,
wondering why the days all seem to pass me by.
Call you up at half past three,
looking for a place to meet,
hoping that this time it's not a let down,
hoping that in time you'll come around.
