Testo Yet To Come

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