I believe in your purpose baby,
comin up to the surface and
maybe I'll never see you again.
Then again, who knows.

Make me quiver,
hands will shiver,
still got all the things that I woulda give her.
Yeah, yeah.
But it's slow goin'
somethin's showin' yeah. Yeah.

They say love is a stream
that will find it's own course.
Making due is a thing,
a thing I will do no more.

Whenever you come back,
I'll be waiting.
Trifling the slack,
no head gating.
This is all pure fiction,
you know that's right.
It's just pure fiction.
That's alright.