Verse 1:If this is what I've been hoping for, I'll play it on the safe
side till I get you, I will get you, I am sure as sure as this song will
end. I will hold your hand in mine an echoed endless trend.
So we talk for hours and awkward leave to say goodbye without a kiss
would be the end of me.
chorus: Someday, when we have gone to far not saying what our intentions,
Someday when I'm restless and through, you'll look at me as if to say,
Someday I will get you
Verse 2: So when the streets have all gone bare, and everyone is sleeping
are you sleeping? Wishing I was there. Now listen are you listening? I
hate to love, what only a hero sings. Anticipation is killing me when
butterflies have knives cutting up insides.
Chorus: Someday, when we have gone to far not saying what our intentions
are, someday when I'm restless and through you'll look at me as if to say,
someday I will get you.
Bridge: Some days, I can hardly breathe, I wonder if your thinking of me. A
favorite corner to my room I sit waiting patiently, for you too see what
we could be to call just write give me some sort of sign..........give me
some sort of sign.
Someday
Verse 1:If this is what I've been hoping for, I'll play it on the safe side till I get you, I will get you, I am sure as sure as this song will end. I will hold your hand in mine an echoed endless trend. So we talk for hours and awkward leave to say goodbye without a kiss would be the end of me. chorus: Someday, when we have gone to far not saying what our intentions, Someday when I'm restless and through, you'll look at me as if to say, Someday I will get you
Verse 2: So when the streets have all gone bare, and everyone is sleeping are you sleeping? Wishing I was there. Now listen are you listening? I hate to love, what only a hero sings. Anticipation is killing me when butterflies have knives cutting up insides. Chorus: Someday, when we have gone to far not saying what our intentions are, someday when I'm restless and through you'll look at me as if to say, someday I will get you. Bridge: Some days, I can hardly breathe, I wonder if your thinking of me. A favorite corner to my room I sit waiting patiently, for you too see what we could be to call just write give me some sort of sign..........give me some sort of sign.
Chorus: Repeated twice -- Juliet Simms
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