If it's too much to ask tonight, I'll pen it in red, with love I will sign. I'll call you the calm before the storm, A sight for sore eyes, a heart that's been worn. Was it the wake, the bend, the fold, the crashing of tides and breaking the mold? Follow the leader, it's past ten. If I could see you, I'd softly lift your chin. I'll bare your weakeness, wear all regret, comfort and hold you, If you would only let this change. If I were to shine a light so bright, would you grace a smile and then trace the line? Leading the way back to a heart. A scrapbook collection where you've left your mark. A blueprint once saved for days with rain. A casual method to let go of pain. So here's to the step to make the most of sand and surrender. Waves breaking the shore.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
