Borders

Composed by：Laurence Lafond-Beaulne/Camille Poliquin/Micah Jasper Grossman

I hate it when I call you up

On a Sunday night

That means it's Monday for you

And weekdays are made for pulling through

They are for things that normal people do

Those days don't mean a thing to me

Cause you're away from me

I'm tied up to this time zone

And most days should be for holding you

To do the things that normal people do

I'm older not wiser

My eyes are darker

The time is slipping

The memory isn't fading

Need to keep going

Help me clear the blur

I'm coming over across that border

Got nothing to declare

Except for this sharp despair

Coming to you completely bare

Let's start off from where we were

Please just don't marry her

All I'm really really asking

Is you wait for me a little bit longer

Put the phone down and grab my hand

I wanna scream with you

Empty my lungs in the skate pool

Meet me up on Garden Street

I feel like digging up old memories

I'm older not wiser

My eyes are darker

The time is slipping

The memory isn't fading

Need to keep going

Help me clear the blur

I'm coming over across that border

Got nothing to declare

Except for this sharp despair

Coming to you completely bare

Let's start off from where we were

Please just don't marry her

All I'm really really asking

Is you wait for me a little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

A little bit longer