Maybe the words I write will somehow float off the page, they'll drift and drift through the sky until they reach your eyes and you'll see I was right here the whole time
Maybe the notes I play will echo endlessly throughout the night, they'll ring across the clouds and the stars and they'll enter your mind
Maybe the words I whisper to myself when I'm alone will find their way to your lips and maybe, just maybe, you'll say
you're mine
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Maybe the words I write will somehow float off the page, they'll drift and drift through the sky until they reach your eyes and you'll see I was right here the whole time
Maybe the notes I play will echo endlessly throughout the night, they'll ring across the clouds and the stars and they'll enter your mind
Maybe the words I whisper to myself when I'm alone will find their way to your lips and maybe, just maybe, you'll say
you're mine
