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• Artiste: Katie Powderly
• Titre: Yet To Come
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I cannot be satisfied Until I'm sleeping at your side Without a thousand mile of pavement In between us Your glasses on my bedside table Love you the best that I am able Never grow tired Of your perfect face Chorus I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come I want all your time I don't want to share I don't give a damn if it's not fair But I guess that's just cause I'm an only child I like the way you say my name Like it's a promise you can keep/no more games No more is you is Or ain't my baby Chorus I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come A thousand hours on the telephone You wreak havoc on my comfort zone But we both decide to gamble One last time There's no one that I care to meet No eyes I search on crowded streets These thoughts of you They've colonized my mind Chorus I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come