Every Time You Go
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Every Time You Go Lyrics

It starts with a picture
And it sits in your frame
And we part with a letter
And it ends in my name
It starts with forever
And it ends with a touch
And I know that you're clever
And I don't ask for much

Maybe we forgot all the things were when are together

Wake me up
Wake me up
Stop my fall
Everytime you go
Tape me up
Then break me up
Ever so gently
When I'm my weakest
Then it's not so hard
Everytime you go

You said I'm arresting
You said I had heat
I really tohught that we would go further
The second time we'd meet
Now I'm tired of trying to keep you
All I want to do is sleep
But perhaps when I'm sleeping
You'll get back on your feet

Maybe we forgot all the things we were when we were together

Wake me up
Wake me up
Stop my fall
Everytime you go
Tape me up
Then break me up
Ever so gently
When I'm my weakest
Then it's not so hard
Every time you go

Maybe we forgot, are we awake, or not?
Maybe we forgot, are we awake, or not?
Maybe we forgot, are we awake, or not?
Maybe we forgot

Wake me up
Wake me up
Stop my fall
Everytime you go
Tape me up
Then break me up
Ever so gently
When I'm my weakest
Then it's not so hard
Everytime you go
Everytime you go

Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon