Tied By Miles

If I could, I would fix our wrists together

In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart

But impossibility knows nothing of compromise

And hope can only take us so far

Tracing your outline in my sheets

Painting your face on my pillow

Faking going to sleep

So I can fake waking up to you

But my hands are tied by miles

If I could I would, rest our cheeks together

So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth

And kisses could act as punctuation

And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points

Tracing your outline in my sheets

Painting your face on my pillow

Faking going to sleep

So I can fake waking up to you

My hands are tied

Tracing your outline in my sheets

Painting your face on my pillow

Faking going to sleep

So I can fake waking up to you

But my hands are tied by miles...