all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
This song kinda sums up how I feel at the moment:
somehow everything's gonna fall right into place
if we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday
if only time flew like a dove
we gotta make it fly faster than I'm falling in love
this time we're not giving up
let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
we'll make it last forever
holding onto patience, wearing thin
I can't force these eyes to see the end
if only time flew like a dove
we could watch it fly and just keep looking on
this time we're not giving up
let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
we'll make it last forever
and we've got time on our hands
and we've got, got nothing but time on our hands
got nothing but, got nothing but
got nothing but time on our hands
this time we're not giving up
oh, let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
"hallelujah"
"hallelujah"
i am enjoying (or trying to) every moment I have with my friends here, waiting to know if these will be the last moments with these people or not. I am growing increasingly anxious to find out my grad school results. I got a check worth nearly $2,000 in the mail from UCSB for financial aid, and I was still disappointed because that was all I got.
Patience is the name of the game. Its a game I feel I am good at. But I hate playing.
Nowhere is my patience tried greater than in that of my perpetual single status. There is a girl at work and a girl or two at church in whom I have interest, but for various reasons, nothing is happening. And then there is the fact that I will probably be leaving SB in 6 months. I feel like I understand Gilbert a little more now, who was leery of starting a relationship before he left on his mission. But my advice to him was to go for it and cross the mission bridge when they got there. So shouldn't my advice to myself be the same?
somehow everything's gonna fall right into place
if we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday
if only time flew like a dove
we gotta make it fly faster than I'm falling in love
this time we're not giving up
let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
we'll make it last forever
holding onto patience, wearing thin
I can't force these eyes to see the end
if only time flew like a dove
we could watch it fly and just keep looking on
this time we're not giving up
let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
we'll make it last forever
and we've got time on our hands
and we've got, got nothing but time on our hands
got nothing but, got nothing but
got nothing but time on our hands
this time we're not giving up
oh, let's make it last forever
screaming "hallelujah"
"hallelujah"
"hallelujah"
i am enjoying (or trying to) every moment I have with my friends here, waiting to know if these will be the last moments with these people or not. I am growing increasingly anxious to find out my grad school results. I got a check worth nearly $2,000 in the mail from UCSB for financial aid, and I was still disappointed because that was all I got.
Patience is the name of the game. Its a game I feel I am good at. But I hate playing.
Nowhere is my patience tried greater than in that of my perpetual single status. There is a girl at work and a girl or two at church in whom I have interest, but for various reasons, nothing is happening. And then there is the fact that I will probably be leaving SB in 6 months. I feel like I understand Gilbert a little more now, who was leery of starting a relationship before he left on his mission. But my advice to him was to go for it and cross the mission bridge when they got there. So shouldn't my advice to myself be the same?