My dear,
I hear those words so often,
It makes my mind daydream,
My heart starts racing,
But I worry that I’m not the one,
Maybe I’m the trail run,
For you to practice on,
Until something better arrives,
To take you away from my dreams.
My dear,
I hear those words so often,
It makes my mind daydream,
My heart starts racing,
But I worry that I’m not the one,
Maybe I’m the trail run,
For you to practice on,
Until something better arrives,
To take you away from my dreams.