To the love that’s supposed to find me eventually,
I’m right here, waiting for you,
counting down days until I’ll finally get to see your face.
Maybe you’ve lost your way to get to me,
but then even I can’t help you;
how can I when I’m still trying to find myself in this chaos.
I’d set out to far off places looking for you,
if only I was a little braver,
instead I chose to sit by the window waiting for you to come.
To the love that’s supposed to find me eventually,
I’ve made some coffee for you,
and it’s getting cold. Hurry up and meet me, will you?