Miles to Minutes

Yeah, yeah. Oh-oh. The miles stacked high like a

paper wall, Each word we spoke felt ten feet tall. Your voice kept

me warm, but the night stayed cold, I held the phone,

but not your hand to hold. Time moves slow like syrup down a hill,

I whispered "love" you said it back, it gave me chills.

Now the miles turn to minutes and the minutes to a touch, I've waited for

forever, but forever wasn't much. The sky bends down to meet

us, no more distance in between, You're not a dream.