You were looking away from me, western skies
calling you. Colors spilling, running dazzling
you. I was looking the other way, voices call from
the east, I saw my roots of the trees there
planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for
a place so small with room for everything where
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/bYN]worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I
wouldn't hold you back. Suppose I was the clever
one and words came easy to me. I could say I was
writing a song about you and me. Maybe that verse
is yet to be found, but waits inside of me, a
secret room a tangled web to unweave. But how can
we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on,
still you know it's not too late.