Turning Page sing and play along

I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you.

Nothing prepared me for what the priv'lege of being yours would 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,

well, I would have known what I was living for all along,

what I've been living for.

Your love is my turning page,

where only the sweetest words remain.

Ev'ry kiss is a cursive line,

ev'ry touch is a redefined 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,

well, 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 a whisper we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.