My throat quits when I try to say How I long for the day How I wish there was a way I could see you again
I wither next to my thorns I thread my tongue through the horn Arm in arm we are born Arm in arm to the end
Side streets I have worn Through late summer storms I should have told you I could live without you But I don? t want to
My heart lifts when I sing The joy I can bring Doesn? t mean a thing I want to see you again
I wither next to my thorns I thread my tongue through the horn Arm in arm in arm we are born Arm in arm to the end
Side streets I have worn Through late summer storms I should have told you I could live without you But I don? t want to
My throat quits when I try to say How I long for the day How I wish there was a way To see you again
Side streets I have worn Through late summer storms I should have told you I could live without you But I don? t want to But I don? t want to Oh I don? t want to