Say it
I know you want to say it
Read your face like a page in
In my favorite book I own
So break it
The silence is a waste when
Mortality’s impatient
We could talk till dawn
The way you touch my hair
Is making people stare
Oh it’s like they know
Something that we don’t
So darling don’t you dare
Leave the words right there
Stuck inside your throat
And if you don’t
I’ll meet you at the tombstone baby
Cause if it’s not this life then just maybe
In the next one we will finally say it
I’ll love you till we’re bones
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
This emotion’s an ocean that can’t be confined
To three words or one line or one breath or one lifetime
I’ll love you till the last star in the sky goes out
And we’ll dance in the dark
And you’ll run your
Hands right through my hair
Remember how they stared
Oh it’s like they know
Something that we don’t
So darling don’t you dare
Leave the words right there
Stuck inside your throat
And if you don’t
I’ll meet you at the tombstone baby
Cause if it’s not this life then just maybe
In the next one we will finally say it
I’ll love you till we’re bones
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
I’ll meet you at the the
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
I’ll meet you at the the
I’ll meet you at the
I’ll meet you at the tombstone baby
Cause if it’s not this life then just maybe
In the next one we will finally say it
I’ll love you till we’re bones
I’ll meet you at the tombstone
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