I've waited a hundred years
And I'd wait a million madami for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your pag-ibig is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every halik is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
And I'd wait a million madami for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your pag-ibig is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every halik is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
Well I can go a million miles an hour
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms you better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before you go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
You start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms you better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before you go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
You start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your kalye light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
estola me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or Nawawala you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
Or Nawawala you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Diving too deep for coins
All of your kalye light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
estola me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or Nawawala you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
Or Nawawala you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down