Spectator - West Beach | Текст песни

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These stairs stretch the canyon between your heart and mine,
Leaving me waiting for you to join me outside.
I've waiting all of January in lonesome Albany
To point out the stars that I hope remind you of me.

If only our intentions saw eye to eye
Then maybe your hand would be waiting right here for mine.
If only our intentions saw eye to eye
Maybe, oh maybe, you'd be mine.

To think of all the things we'd miss...
Melt the ice, keep me from freezing
On west beach, covered in snow.
Stars are falling and you don’t even know.

That If only our intentions saw eye to eye
Then maybe your hand would be waiting right here for mine.
If only our intentions saw eye to eye
Maybe, oh maybe, you'd be mine.

(You'd be mine)

As I swim through the sea in the sky
I wish you were here by my side
My nights are colder without someone to hold
Just don’t make me go this alone

(Don't make me go this alone.)

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