Letra de Tilt

Tomorrow done, the morning still Climb up on my window sill To sleep, uncover me alone Pulling closer, close to you Tired tired, wired still Butterflies fill up my will And mind, I can't grasp the end Drawing closer, close to you I will be there this time I will be there this time 'round I will be there This time 'round I will be there Tomorrow torn, the morning wilts Climb up on my windowsill To seek melodies I loved Late one summer close to you I will be there this time I will be there this time 'round I will be there to hold This time 'round I will be there Don't let me be your best friend Don't let me breathe your suspense, no Far from the cross of your defense I am the rose I railed against I will be there this time I will be there this time 'round I will be there this time I will be there I will be there Tomorrow is a long time I will be there Way too far to care I will be there To wonder how you ache I will be there To wonder where you sleep, no Don't let me be your best chance Don't let me be your suspense, no