"Turning Page" 🎶‪@SleepingAtLast1‬ Molly Hammond practices with coach Brad Vigorito

I've waited a hundred years. I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. If I had only seen how you smile when you blush. How you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. I would have known what I was living for. Your love is my turning page. Only the sweetest words remain. This is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefined phrase. I've waited a hundred years. I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. If I had only seen how you smile when you blush. How you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. I would have known what I was living for. But I've been living for years to be yours. I would have known I've been living. And tethered to the story we must tell. When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well. With a whisper maliciously. Your fragile heart would be yours. I would have known I've been living for. Tethered to the story we must tell. When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well. With a whisper we will tame the viciousness. Like a feather, bringing kindness to the endless. I've waited a hundred years. I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. I would have known what I've been living for. Your love is my turning page. Where only the sweetest words remain. Is a cursive line and the touch is a redefining phrase. Who you are. Nothing makes sense you are. Living for.