Hold your arms out to me And I will come eventually I'm hopin' for some time on the other side
"Some things just aren't meant to be" That's the line that sets me free Free of all those "maybes... buts... " inside
If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again Bury myself in your skin, your hair again Feel myself fall into you again If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
Save the place next to you And I will come back very soon Once I pick the briars from my eyes
"Some things just aren't meant to be" That's the line that handcuffed me There it sits, glowin' deep inside
If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again Bury myself in your skin, your hair again Feel myself fall into you again If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
Come and whisper in my ear On second thought, let's make it clear Tie me to my mast and sing your song
Some things just aren't to be But here's the part that puzzles me Why we never choose to sing along
If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again Bury myself in your skin, your hair again Feel myself fall into you again If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
Hold your arms out to me And I will come eventually
Compositor: Michael Edward Timmins ECAD: Obra #37907833