True Love

Pitch black on a quiet night To get some borrowed bikes Could have heard us from a mile away Blended to a fancy crowd Shoot the shit on the way out Woke up feeling like a different place And as spring sighs in relief I cross my fingers in the breeze again Could it be true love I keep dreaming of? Tell me it's fine Take up my time Let me soak up the suspense Wanted you to change my mind Acted like a stubborn child Creep around like waves along the coast See how much we both have aged And the questions have all changed Woke up feeling like so long ago And as spring sighs in relief I cross my fingers in the breeze again Could it be true love I keep dreaming of? Tell me it's fine Take up my time Let me soak up the suspense Let me hang on till the end