Text: Innerpartysystem. Otras Canciones. The Waiting Time.

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My hands are clenched
Clenched so tight
Closely to your delicate arms
I'm holding on for dear life
And trying not to cause any harm
And when she moves right by me
The only thing I see
Is the fleeting thought of romance
And the subtleties of peace
I'm not supposed to be here
Or is this honestly how it's supposed to be?

It's supposed to be
No, it's supposed to be
It's supposed to be

How can she walk away so fast?
How come the future never lasts?
I knew I'd always question why
But I know love will take some time
It's not a question, but a thought
Of what you have not what you lost
And through time everything will change
And we will give our love a name