If I could, I would fix our wrists together   In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn’t tear us apart   But impossibility knows nothing of compromise   And hope can only take us so far      Tracing your outline in my sheets   Painting your face on my pillow   Faking going to sleep   So I can fake waking up to you      But my hands are tied by miles      If I could I would, rest our cheeks together   So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth   And kisses could act as punctuation   And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points   Tracing your outline in my sheets   Painting your face on my pillow   Faking going to sleep   So I can fake waking up to you      My hands are tied      Tracing your outline in my sheets   Painting your face on my pillow   Faking going to sleep   So I can fake waking up to you   But my hands are tied by miles...