Jake Isaac - Waiting Here Lyrics
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Waiting Here
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What Are The Lyrics For Waiting Here By Jake Isaac?
Here she comes home again
where she cry, tear stain Took her hands, coldness Held her close, weaping There we stood, moments Winter's home, gaming White hill snow, all around She don't care, cause she's safe now These arms were meant for you And these shoulders meant to carry you When you call my name, come running 'til then I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting here Oh, waiting here Moments pass, she pulls away then the moment stops, my heart faint She looks up and we're eye to eye She whispers "love, never leave my side" These arms were meant for you And these shoulders meant to carry you When you call my name, come running 'til then I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting Full steps in the storm and Turning, head back home now Back to where we started Daybreak, leave me to hang low Shadow, no more light there Back to where we started Oh, These arms were meant for you And these shoulders meant to carry you When you call my name, come running 'til then I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting These arms were meant for you And these shoulders meant to carry you When you call my name, come running 'til then I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting here Oh, I'll be waiting here, darling, waiting here |
Who Wrote Waiting Here By Jake Isaac?
Jake Benjamin Isaac
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What's The Duration Of The Waiting Here By Jake Isaac?The duration of Waiting Here is 3:58 minutes and seconds. |
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