Letras
Running downstairs Tuesday morning
Running in circles between the future
Someday I'll meet you, baby
Too far away
Under the surface from behind
Above me, below me, turtles gasping
Rising, falling, floating through the past
Someday I'll meet you, baby
Too far away
Under the surface from behind
Watching, wanting, asking something
Running in circles between the future
Someday I'll meet you, baby
Too far away
Under the surface from behind