Songtext von Tied By Miles

If I could, I would fix our wrists together In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart But impossibility knows nothing of compromise And hope can only take us so far Tracing your outline in my sheets Painting your face on my pillow Faking going to sleep So I can fake waking up to you But my hands are tied by miles If I could I would, rest our cheeks together So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth And kisses could act as punctuation And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points Tracing your outline in my sheets Painting your face on my pillow Faking going to sleep So I can fake waking up to you My hands are tied Tracing your outline in my sheets Painting your face on my pillow Faking going to sleep So I can fake waking up to you But my hands are tied by miles...