Someday when the stories are told they'll tell of a love like this...
I first saw you at the video exchange
I know my heart, and it will never change
This temp work would be all right if you'd call me (you'd call me)
I lie awake at night and for you I pray
(Chorus)
We cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations, shine down on you and me
And if you don't believe me, just put your hands on me (Ah, ah ah)
The subway radiates with heat
We've barely met, and still, I cross
the street
To your door
(CHORUS)
Someday when our stories are told
They'll tell of a love like this
When our descendants are all growing old
1,000 years we'll be singing
Na, na na, na na, na na na na...
We climb tibetan mountains, where we can barely breathe
I see the Dalai Lama, I feel him blessing me
and all the constellations, shine down on you and me
and if you don't believe me, just put your hands on me
Na na na na na na na
Your hands on me
Na na na na na na na
I first saw you at the video exchange
when im with him nothing else exsists. my life ceases to exsist and this new one begins one where i am free to do as i please. be who I R E A L L Y am. the kind of person i can only be with my friends. I feel bad though. my friends have become slanted and bitter toward Love (one actually) and here i come waltzing home and i sit down and gush. just like a volcano. careless about who my words are hurting. she is hurting over her love and i tell her how amazing mine is. I feel as if im just kicking her when she is down. this has left me confused.
I know my heart, and it will never change
This temp work would be all right if you'd call me (you'd call me)
I lie awake at night and for you I pray
(Chorus)
We cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations, shine down on you and me
And if you don't believe me, just put your hands on me (Ah, ah ah)
The subway radiates with heat
We've barely met, and still, I cross
the street
To your door
(CHORUS)
Someday when our stories are told
They'll tell of a love like this
When our descendants are all growing old
1,000 years we'll be singing
Na, na na, na na, na na na na...
We climb tibetan mountains, where we can barely breathe
I see the Dalai Lama, I feel him blessing me
and all the constellations, shine down on you and me
and if you don't believe me, just put your hands on me
Na na na na na na na
Your hands on me
Na na na na na na na
I first saw you at the video exchange
when im with him nothing else exsists. my life ceases to exsist and this new one begins one where i am free to do as i please. be who I R E A L L Y am. the kind of person i can only be with my friends. I feel bad though. my friends have become slanted and bitter toward Love (one actually) and here i come waltzing home and i sit down and gush. just like a volcano. careless about who my words are hurting. she is hurting over her love and i tell her how amazing mine is. I feel as if im just kicking her when she is down. this has left me confused.