Woorden: Death Comesto Matteson. What You Want.

You measure your days in hours
you measure your hours in kisses
you measure your kisses in dreams come true
you measure you dreams in years

if what you want and what you get
are the same, i won't know what to do with myself
if what you want and what you get
if what you want and what you get is not me

if this is too much for you i'll understand
because it's far, far too much for me
your constant laughing eyes make it hard to breathe

if what you want and what you get
are the same, i won't know what to do with myself
if what you want and what you get
if what you want and what you get is not me

you say you want to be my friend
i just want to see you naked in my bed
i'll tell you about Jesus and all he's done for me
but in the back of my mind i wonder what you'd look like
naked in my bed in the morning

if what you want and what you get
are the same, i won't know what to do with myself
if what you want and what you get
if what you want and what you get is not me