You have kissed my lips raw and sore
We’ve raised our glasses to “forever”
(in the sense of the foreseeable future)
And I have counted your eyelashes
We’ve had talks about now or never
And you’ve yet to run away

The next time I see you
When my lips are well and truly assaulted
These words that rest upon them will escape
And I will tell you
I will tell you

These words have waited here for days
Wanting so much to be said
And I have to look away sometimes
It has been a special time
Sky seems to be glowing red
And you’ve yet to run away

The next time I see you
When my lips are well and truly assaulted
These words that rest upon them will escape
And I will tell you
I will tell you

I can hardly speak
When I’m with you
My knees go weak
And I know that I’m a walking cliché
And my rhymes are really bad
There’s no structure to be had
And these words are rushing to get out

The next time I see you
When my lips are well and truly assaulted
These words that rest upon them will escape
And I will tell you
I will tell you

I will tell you. site down