SpeakLOVE

Boy don’t wait,
don’t think,
don’t lock the door behind you
Run and jump into your truck,
and hit the gas,
burn some rubber up
Yeah your time’s running out
Do it now…

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
And maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.

And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do