The Will

It’s a soft weekend morning, and I’m feeling your caresses
Talking ’bout our thirties, how I’ll never be a missus
I prayed that you’d come without anything to pray to
Hoping we’d fall in love even though I was afraid to

It’s a hard Monday morning, and we can’t get a move on
Wanna’ take you back to bed while I watch you put your shoes on
But that romance, it never lasts, all the things we say goodbye to
Forgetting small moments when one of us is lied to

It’s never what it seems, what it seems, but we want it
Waiting in the dark, the dark, and it’s haunted
Open up your heart, your heart, to confront it
And listen to the will, the will, the will that guides you now