Well I cant give you everything you want But I could give you what you thought you need A map to keep beneath your seat You'll read to me in time I'll get you there But fold it up so we don't find our way back soon Nobody knows we're here
We can park the van and walk to town Find the cheapest bottle of wine that we could find And talk about the road behind How getting lost is not a waste of time The water mole will take us home And in a moment we will sing as the forest sleeps
It's all for the sake of arriving with you Well, it's all for the sake of arriving with you
Well, I will make the table into a bed The candle is burning down it's time to rest Can't take back things already gone But I could give you promises for keeps And I would only take them back If they become your own and you give them to me
And it's all for the sake of arriving with you Well, it's all for the sake of arriving with you
We could make this into anything We could make this into more than words we speak This could make us into anything It could make us grow and become what we'll be, mm
It's just like it feels It's just like it feels, mm
How can we will know? It's just like it feels It's just like it feels It's just like it feels How does it feel? It's just like it feels It's just like it feels How does it feel? It's just like it feels How does it feel?
Writer/s: Jack Hody Johnson
Publisher: Bubble Toes Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Andrea from Sønderborg, DenmarkWauw, he must really love his wife. Or he's just a very good songwriter. Both things are true, I guess. Is it just me, or does it make him even cuter, knowing he's so in love with her?
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