(no subject)
We saved up our love like nickels
and prayed about interest rates
If you weighed it now it would be
a thousand pounds worth of
phone calls and prayers
A thousand pounds stretched over
a thousand miles
And there's still a thousand to go
For now it seems that only time and tears
make for silver coins
And I'll drag every one that thousand miles
Drag it through airports and
customs check points
and sliding glass doors
Out into tropical night air
And rest it by your feet
And bury my face in your neck
and prayed about interest rates
If you weighed it now it would be
a thousand pounds worth of
phone calls and prayers
A thousand pounds stretched over
a thousand miles
And there's still a thousand to go
For now it seems that only time and tears
make for silver coins
And I'll drag every one that thousand miles
Drag it through airports and
customs check points
and sliding glass doors
Out into tropical night air
And rest it by your feet
And bury my face in your neck