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Waiting For Our Time

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.06.2012

Looking up from where I stand
I see the vapor trail
Of a jet plane in the sky

Here the wheel is in my hand
But there's no wind in my sails
And life is drifting by

Still I hold on and wait
I know it's not too late
And my breeze will come

Muse you satisfy my soul
Keep me warm while the
Cold world guards the gate

I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come

I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come

Your love has kept my dream alive
A vision of my life
With you here by my side

Every forward step I take
Every moment I'm awake
I feel your love inside

So close I feel it in my bones
I know I'm not alone as I climb this wall
But I, sometimes I get so high
I just want to live, love
And taste it all

I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come
I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come

Here tonight
I lie awake and watch you dream
Under the light of the moon
I wonder just how far we've been
And where we'll be
When the sun comes up
Will this be our date with destiny

I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come

I'm searching
I'm wondering
I'm yearning
Waiting for our time to come

And I'm waiting


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