Song | Listen |
Artist | An Horse |
Album | Rearrange Beds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Listen, listen. | |
I’m listening carefully | |
To where exactly you might be, | |
‘Cause I’ve had enough waiting, | |
I’ve had enough waiting | |
For you. | |
I’m thinking, I’m thinking | |
Of growing old with someone | |
As beautiful as you. | |
Just ask me to. | |
Just ask me to. | |
You. | |
I’m recalling, recalling | |
Putting on jackets way too thin | |
To fight against snow way too thick, | |
And it coming down sideways, | |
And you clearing my eyes. | |
I’ve had a little too much to think. | |
I’ve had a little too much to think. | |
And empty rooms tend to make | |
Me believe in you. | |
Surrounded by everything, I am | |
Boxed and labeled, ready to go. | |
Not before time, not before time. | |
I’m listening, I’m listening. |
Listen, listen. | |
I' m listening carefully | |
To where exactly you might be, | |
' Cause I' ve had enough waiting, | |
I' ve had enough waiting | |
For you. | |
I' m thinking, I' m thinking | |
Of growing old with someone | |
As beautiful as you. | |
Just ask me to. | |
Just ask me to. | |
You. | |
I' m recalling, recalling | |
Putting on jackets way too thin | |
To fight against snow way too thick, | |
And it coming down sideways, | |
And you clearing my eyes. | |
I' ve had a little too much to think. | |
I' ve had a little too much to think. | |
And empty rooms tend to make | |
Me believe in you. | |
Surrounded by everything, I am | |
Boxed and labeled, ready to go. | |
Not before time, not before time. | |
I' m listening, I' m listening. |
Listen, listen. | |
I' m listening carefully | |
To where exactly you might be, | |
' Cause I' ve had enough waiting, | |
I' ve had enough waiting | |
For you. | |
I' m thinking, I' m thinking | |
Of growing old with someone | |
As beautiful as you. | |
Just ask me to. | |
Just ask me to. | |
You. | |
I' m recalling, recalling | |
Putting on jackets way too thin | |
To fight against snow way too thick, | |
And it coming down sideways, | |
And you clearing my eyes. | |
I' ve had a little too much to think. | |
I' ve had a little too much to think. | |
And empty rooms tend to make | |
Me believe in you. | |
Surrounded by everything, I am | |
Boxed and labeled, ready to go. | |
Not before time, not before time. | |
I' m listening, I' m listening. |