boxing gloves-Bong/Gus White

Show me something different You know I get bored too easily You’re my favourite season Lose a sweater for a sleeveless tee In the morning When the Sun hasn’t risen yet I’ll be calling From underneath my blanket Wait for me love I may be asking for a miracle I know, but I want it bad (With) fists like boxing gloves The pain has never been so physical I know, do you feel that? I know, do you feel that? Take me somewhere different We can write our own history Nowhere is too distant Where we dock ‘ll be our mystery In the morning When the Sun hasn’t risen yet Oh won’t you - Wait for me love I may be asking for a miracle I know, but I want it bad (With) fists like boxing gloves The pain has never been so physical I know, do you feel that? I know, do you feel that?