I like how I fit in the crook of your arm
And how my ear can lay atop your heart
And listen, to the beating, beneath your skin
I've touched your hand but have not held it
I've seen your face but have not kissed it
I find in you something that's kindred
But I can't place my finger on it
Cause you're still brand new
And I'm not sure of what to do
I won't make you make any promises
Cause I know your place
And I have been there too
It might be a long road home again
I like our talks in the middle of the night
Even when we should be sleeping
Funny how some things can be so hard
And yet I'm finding this so easy
I tend to look forward to the small things
Like a random message to my phone
And it's almost awkward to feel my chest
Flutter at a wink once more
Cause you're still brand new
And I'm not sure of what to do
I won't make you make any promises
Cause I know your place
And I have been there too
It might be a long road home again
I won't make you make any promises
Cause I know your place
And I have been there too
So I'll give you time and I'll be here for you
Written by: Myriam Diaz RutlandLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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