Из альбома: Defining. Refining.
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder
We'll this distance is killing me and I can't wait much longer
To see you again on some random weeknight
You'll say my room is a mess, and I'll say "Baby, that's alright"
How do we go for
Weeks at a time without seeing each other
Thinking about it drives me crazy
How do we get passed
Those highways between
Your house and mine without wasting time
I don't need a compass or a map
I just need some roller skates and a jetpack
I don't need an atlas or a globe
I just need to get to you so I can feel at home
Every moment spent without feels like a waste of my time,
And I'll bet it's the same for you
Every promise I promise to keep,
I swear I'll stick to my word
If you swear that you'll stick to me