Ingrid Andress piosenki

One more whiskey sip, till this bottle turns into a phone call One more cigarette till this parking lot, turns into your front lawn My over you turns into coming over Every step away from you is one step closer (chores) Why won't this heart turn to stone...

[Verse 1] I can't wait to show you where I grew up Walk you 'round the foothills of my town Probably feel like you've been there before After hearing all the stories I've been telling you For 6 months now We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedroom...

I can't remember the last time We sat at the table, just the two of us Looked into each other's eyes And made the choice to choose us Let's trace the steps of where we've been To make it feel like home again You play the stranger I'll play the girl at...