I bet this time of night you're still up I bet you're tired from a long, hard week I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window Looking out at the city And I bet sometimes you wonder about me
And I just want to tell you It takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that Everytime I don't I almost do, I almost do
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply I bet it never, ever occurred to you That I can't say hello to you And risk another goodbye
And I just want to tell you It takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that Everytime I don't I almost do, I almost do
We made quite a mess, babe It's probably better off this way And I confess, babe That in my dreams you're touching my face And asking me if I want to try again with you And I almost do
And I just want to tell you It takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that Everytime I don't I almost do, I almost do
I bet this time of night you're still up I bet you're tired from a long, hard week I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window Looking out at the city And I hope sometimes you wonder about me
Compositor: Taylor Alison Swift (Taylor A Swift) (BMI)Editor: Taylor Swift Music (BMI)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #26489855 e fonograma #13282269 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM