Yet to Come

I cannot be satisfied Until I'm sleeping at your side Without a thousand mile of pavement In between us Your glasses on my bedside table Love you the best that I am able Never grow tired Of your perfect face I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come I want all your time I don't want to share I don't give a damn if it's not fair But I guess that's just cause I'm an only child I like the way you say my name Like it's a promise you can keep, no more games No more is you is Or ain't my baby I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come A thousand hours on the telephone You wreak havoc on my comfort zone But we both decide to gamble One last time There's no one that I care to meet No eyes I search on crowded streets These thoughts of you They've colonized my mind I wear out every metaphor Trying to describe the way My head feels on your chest I listen to your heartbeat Knowing that the best Of all our days are yet to come