Text: Familiar 48. Waiting.

Sunrise creeping through my window
Thought that I could make it on my own
But sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I know that I was wrong
Somehow I was made for you
But has it been too long

Sometimes love makes it
Sometimes love dies
And somewhere in the middle
I wait for you to arrive

Moonlight draped across my shoulders

No time for understanding you
Still sometimes I miss you
And now I know that I was wrong
Somehow I was made for you
I know it's been too long

Sometimes love makes it
Sometimes love dies
And somewhere in the middle
I wait for you to arrive