letters from afar

Be right

it's a little bit funny how in a little bit of time
my heart started skipping a little bit for you, and everything started fading too.

to you I was a lonely marksman waiting for a foolish young man to turn it into cold stone,
and eveyone shivering bones.

you may be wrong, you may be right
and if you want i'll run through storm for you,
i'll calm sand storms for you or even die for you just to make things right.
but would that be right?

at night i pray for you, in my dreams i am with you. when i wake up i'm holding on to pillowcase. in bed with you would be a perfect place.

staring at clouds in my coffee in my white vintage tee, with sound of music resonating.
maybe you also feel what i'm feeling.

i may be wrong i may be right
and if you want i'll run through storm for you,
i'll paint landscapes for you or even cry for you just to make things right.
but, darling, would that be right?