Now The Rabbit Has The Gun - Barcelona | Текст песни

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I've got a stack of empty postcards that I've yet to send
A handful of souvenirs from all the places that I've been
They're all just sitting in a shallow drawer beside my bed
Just waiting for you, just waiting for you

Beneath the decisions and visions
That never came true
They were ours to lose
And now I'm sitting here without you
Thinking about you on a Sunday afternoon
And I'm missing you

When I saw the pictures from your Barcelona trip last fall
There was this one where you were leaning up against the wall
And I couldn't help notice how you looked so happy there
I wish I could take you back, I wish I could take you there
But how do you take the next step forward when you're scared to fall
For a lover that thinks about you all the time and not at all
We could move on with life and it's not like the world would end
But somehow we won't, for some reason we don't

And I just know
I don't wanna be the first to let go
Yeah it's all I know
So if my heart is yours to lose
If your fate is yours to choose
Then it's up to you now

And my heart keeps calling out
Can you hear it now?
It's calling out

People move on from people who wait
And the window closes and then it's too late
If it's meant to be it'll be
You say

We've gotta find our Barcelona, just the two of us
A place the morning sunlight reaches in to wake us up
Where the days are as long or short as we decide they oughta be
Where can be free, yes we can be free
Free from the hurt that keeps our hearts all tangled up with doubt
And whatever the wind happens to blow our way we'll figure it out
And all that I know each day is there's no place I'd rather be
As long as you're with me, I need you with me

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