Sweet Sorrow

I cry, all your little white lies haunt me in the sad night,
I'm running through the Sunset drive.
You warm my frozen hands up, 1 A.M. at bus stop
do you miss Waterford's tales this time?

Wherever you go - I follow.
I don't mind you beating me hollow.
I'll see me keep on wanting your sweet sorrow.
I'm scared to ask, if I might go
with you wherever your life goes.
You'll see me keep on wanting your sweet sorrow.

You said you got tired.
I said I admire
your endless might.
You're bigger than the sky.

The past hesitations can run of causations,
they can change perception.
Will something stay the same?

A thousand wishes, that I plead
to make you want to read
the words, to stay in touch, I'd stay stock-still in your avalanche.

I told myself it's not despair.
You might be unaware,
hope I can confess, that I don't fear all your tenderness.

Wherever you'd drive - I'd follow.
My page from your book is borrowed.
I'll see you falling asleep with your sweet sorrow.
I'm scared to ask, if I might go
with you wherever road takes you.
I'll see you keep on talking your sweet sorrow.

Your bitter eyes are hollow.
Time living with you is borrowed.
You see me falling asleep to your sweet sorrow.
I want to ask, if I might go
with you wherever your life goes.
I'll watch you keep on talking about your sweet sorrow.