Track by七尾旅人
Alright, that's it, I've had enough, I'm on my way to you It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting for all these pointless calls to go through But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for The moisture in the air is begging for release and the memory of your stare is raining down on me Hypothetically if you were point A and theoretically if I was point B, we would be, we would be frantically melting into one massive point that could overcome anything Constantly you're working through the mileage in my head Oh, I'm calculating, yes I'm sick of waiting How many hours left until I reach your bed? And no, I'm not a skeptic anymore At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for The moisture in the air is begging for release and the memory of your stare is raining down on me Hypothetically if you were point A and theoretically if I was point B, we would be, we would be frantically melting into one massive point that could overcome anything My faith in you could move these mountains I am driving through It's times like these when I wish I could teleport to you 'cause then we wouldn't have an issue We're cleverly, strategically challenging our fright and insecurities, and never seem to want to leave Hypothetically if you were point A and theoretically if I was point B, we would be, we would be frantically melting into one massive point that could overcome anything Yeah, we would be, we would be frantically melting into one massive point that could overcome anything