just count to ten she said and you won't miss a thing
deep breaths and notebooks tell me everything
well i keep her picture folded in my wallet so it's close
turn her favourite clothes, saying she won't let go

if the hills were in manhattan
maybe we could have it made
and if history, it happened in a different time and place
we could wake up every morning
keep our windows painted shut
we would be enough, so come on and meet me in love

she carved a space in me that no one else can fill
she picks me up in a way that nobody else ever will
if its just a test of time and weather
then what better place to cry
than driving the 405
she is the shotgun bride

and if the hills were in manhattan
maybe we could have it made
and if misery was laughing
we'd be pouring in the rain
and i wake up every morning with my windows opened up
and this ain't enough
so come on and meet me in love

just count to ten she said and you won't miss a thing
deep breaths and silhouettes show you everyting
i keep a picture crumbled in my wallet so its close
saying i won't let go
telling you don't let go

and if the hills were in manhattan
maybe we could have it made
and if history, it happened in a different time and place
we could wake up every morning
Keep our windows painted shut
we would be enough, we could be enough

and if broadway turned to sunset, maybe i'd be on my way
and when we get a little older then we'll never have to wait
and this picture will fit perfect, every word will come out right
we could spent the night, come on and meet me
so come on and meet me in love

just count to ten she said, and you won't miss a thing.


Lyrics submitted by xKissxHerxBruisesx

Hills and Manhattan song meanings
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