Late To You

I'll wait in line for you to find some good in me And I will be ready if that day should ever come I'll hold the hands of those that can see more than me 'Cause I have been proud But I'm beaten now All these years parading Parading my flaws I've been slowly deflating But baby, now I'm yours Oh, I left Italy to love you And what is left ain't much It took too long to trust you I fear I'll crumble at your touch At your touch And if you should ever tire of being my everything I'll understand and turn these hands to writing But I can't promise you won't be in every word As you are now, as you are now All these years of running Of running away I've been looking for something For something to feel this way Oh, I left Italy to love you And what is left ain't much It took too long to trust you I fear I'll crumble at your touch At your touch At your touch At your touch At your touch