Four Days

Juan Zelada


Four days,
With my baby.
Four days,
I'm wishing there were more.
All night.
Yeah!

I'm getting used to being let down by chance,
Swimming in a sea of circumstance again and again,
Maybe I should get a hold of something while the situation's right
Maybe I'm not supposed to free-fall through the night.
She bangs on my door; she drills through my walls,
I'm there right where she wants me.

Four days,
With my baby.
Four days,
I'm wishing there were more.

I've got an ocean of ideas,
I've got plans and I've got fears,
But there's something about, kissing in the rain,
Something about a hill to climb to blow your mind
And controversy to unwind,
Beyond the ripples seeping to the surface.
Oh yeah! She bangs on my door,
She drills through my walls,
I'm there right where she wants me.

Four days,
With my baby.
Four days,
I'm wishing there were more.

Is it the beating of a drum?
Is it to be the only one?
‘Cause I feel surrender,
And it's calm,
As I follow in her footsteps.
I follow in her footsteps.
Yeah eh

Four days,
With my baby,
Four days,
I'm wishing there were more.
(Four days)
I'm wishing there were more.
(Four days)
I'm wishing there were more.
(Four days)
I'm wishing there were more.
Come on now.

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