Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
You, with your hand outstretched
Finger on the key
This lock that you release
Is opening but isn't free
And I hope that you can see
How it beats inside of me
Instead of pushing fear aside
I want to run, I want to hide
I am vulnerably yours
She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
I can only understand
By never asking her why
Hear the contradictions fly
And as hard as I may try
Every truth becomes a lie
In the ache of her reply
I am passionately
Yours
And the saddest eyes are
Yours
And the softest skin is yours
Yours
And the hope I borrow is
Yours, yours, yours
So won't you let me in, I'm yours
All that I begin is yours
Every prize I win is yours
At your feet again, I'm yours
All I am is yours
All I am is wanting you
I've fallen down and I can't seem to come to
If I should die before I wake
I commend my soul into this ache
Up above the world so high
Where the water tends to meet the sky
She's all I'm after by the toe
And I won't let go
And I wanted you to know
That if you reap what you would sew
I would take it blow by blow
All I am is
Yours
And the saddest eyes are
Yours, yours
And the softest skin is
Yours, yours
And the hope I borrow is
Yours, yours
So won't you let me in, I'm yours
All that I begin is yours
Every prize I win is yours
At your feet again, I'm yours
All I am is yours
Yours
Yours was written by John Popper.
Yours was produced by Michael Barbiero & Steve Thompson.