March 23, 2010

I will ask myself, “How badly do I want this?” I really want this.

It’s everything that I can do right now, to not think about you moving further off with every passing second.  And every night of this lonely summertime I feel you missing from my heart, a part was kidnapped from my soul.

Well I can hardly wait until I get the sun and your lips both pressing on my skin.  Well I can hardly wait until I feel that thrill in my heart that starts inside your eyes, and a song in my head that burns so good on my tongue.  Yes I will, yeah, yeah, yes I will.

The night is aging as the sun warms your face.  Won’t you turn around and stay for good?  The air is getting much too cold.  I am nervous and anxious, it really counts this time.  And you know all my favorite singers have stolen all of my best lines.

Well I can hardly wait until I get the sun and your lips both pressing on my skin.  Well I can hardly wait until I feel that thrill in my heart that starts inside your eyes, and a song in my head that burns so good on my tongue.  Yes I will, yeah, yeah, yes I will.