It's coming faster now And I never thought I'd be here Running past you now But you're holding out on me Strip of lace on your collar bone I think I caught you catching me I space off Is there is a time for us? Or will we just hold on quietly, White knuckles and dry tears? And play our part in this No spoiler, no reveal Chorus: Careful what you wish for Cos these bulbs are the fluorescent kind And no one looks good in this light The crack is wide enough, already Any more would be too brig (guitartabs.cc)
