Letra da Música Tied By Miles de Alive In Wild Paint

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...