Late to You Songtext
von Keaton Henson

I′ll wait in line for you to find some good in me
And I will be ready if that day should ever come
I'll hold the hands of those that can see more than me
′Cause I have been proud
But I'm beaten now

All these years parading
Parading my flaws
I've been slowly deflating
But baby, now I′m yours

Oh, I left Italy to love you
And what is left ain′t much
It took too long to trust you
I fear I'll crumble at your touch
At your touch


And if you should ever tire of being my everything
I′ll understand and turn these hands to writing
But I can't promise you won′t be in every word
As you are now, as you are now

All these years of running
Of running away
I've been looking for something
For something to feel this way

Oh, I left Italy to love you
And what is left ain′t much
It took too long to trust you
I fear I'll crumble at your touch

At your touch
At your touch
At your touch
At your touch