Texty: New Buffalo. Yes.

Yes

I know what you like best
Yes
Yes

Yes I get the feeling that
You're tired of all my moody ways
I'm tired of living moody days
Yes

One more breath and I will become
A river that is deep and still
I'd wait here all night until
You said yes
Yes
Yes

Washed out fears
With midnight tears
There's washed out fears
A little sleep will brush away
With midnight tears
The fingerprints I found today

There's washed out fears
And I'm not going far away
With midnight tears
In just eight weeks I'll solve the case

And I'll be in your car and driving
Straight through a red light
While you're running through my mind
Arrest me and say yes

Will you hang the trophy in the cabinet
You are yet to build
You withstood the stormy nights so well

Is this a dream
Yes it is
Is this a dream
Yes it is