Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know, it can get hard sometimes (hard sometimes)
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph (photograph)
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So, you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
And you won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
(Home, home, home)
Wait for me
(Wait for me come home)
Come home
Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk (from the way you talk)
To the way you move (move)
Everybody here is watching you (everybody here is watching you)
'Cause you feel like home (like home)
You're like a dream come true (dream come true)
You look like a movie
You sound like a song (you sound like a song)
This reminds me (reminds me)
Of when we were young (young)
Let me photograph you in this light (so, you can keep me inside the)
In case it is the last time (pocket of your ripped jeans holding me close until our eyes)
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized (and you won't ever be alone)
We were sad of getting old (and if you hurt me, that's okay, baby)
It made us restless (only words bleed)
It was just like a movie (inside these pages you just hold me)
It was just like a song (and I won't ever let you go)
Wait for me to come home (when we were young)
Wait for me to come home (when we were young)
Wait for me to come home (when we were young)
Let me photograph you in this light (inside the pocket of your ripped jeans)
In case it is the last time (holding me close until our eyes meet)
That we might be exactly like we were (and you won't ever be alone)
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old (and if you hurt me)
Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old
It made us restless (that's okay, baby, only words bleed)
It was just like a movie (inside these pages you just hold me)
And I won't ever let you go
It was just like a song
When I'm away
I will remember how you houd me (just like movie)
Under the lamppost back on 6th Street (just like a song)
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home
