Sleeping At Last Turning Page
I've waited a hundred years,
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for,
What the privilege of being yours would do.
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch.
If I had only felt how you smile when you blush.
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough.
Oh I would've known what I've been living for all along.
What I've been living for.
Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line.
Every touch is a redefining phrase.
I surrender who I've been for who you are,
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Oh I would've known what I've been living for
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas,
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.
