I've been having trouble understanding
what it means to be alone.
What's the point when I could be with you instead
and always feel at home?
Why is it that time goes by much faster when
we're both in the same room?
But takes it's time when you're not here,
it's almost like it doesn't even move.

Oh, I try to get my mind off it,
but all I want is you...

I want your face to be the first thing I see,
so it will stay through the day
if you're not next to me,
and when I lay back down to fall asleep at night,
I want you by my side.

What's the point of sleeping in this bed
that measures more than 6 by 5?
If I can't be with you to share it comfortably,
why does it reside?
How can I get through today
when all I want is to be next to you,
holding hands while walking through
the streets of London, marveling at the view?

I want your face to be the first thing I see,
so it will stay through the day
if you're not next to me,
and when I lay back down to fall asleep at night,
I want you by my side.
I want your leg to graze mine when we walk,
I want to hear your voice clearly when we talk,
and when I lay back down to fall asleep at night,
I want you by my side...

It might get harder,
but when we are together we are stronger.
We'll fight our way through hell
and through the fire,
and we will become in love.
If we don't try, girl,
our love is bound to be swept under,
and I can't do without you any longer.
For me, you're the one.

I want your face to be the first thing I see,
so it will stay through the day
if you're not next to me,
and when I lay back down to fall asleep at night,
I want you by my side.
I want your leg to graze mine when we walk,
I want to hear your voice clearly when we talk,
and when I lay back down to fall asleep at night,
I want you by my side...