You're listening to Mac Wetha I know I make him nervous when he's fiddlin'
When the slum sun rises in the east But the morning's told to come, young, how
is it the day?
And we're talkin' bout the weeks, years on While we're lyin' in the sheets
There's only so much I can do To make your love come true
To make your love come true There's only so much I can say
For it to come my way To make it come my way
Platonic but it's sonic and I love him all the same
My eyes are feelin' heavy, better try to stay awake
Just to hear his voice soft, callin' out into the air
Never wanna leave, lost, dreamin' when he's near
There's only so much I can do To make your love come true
To make your love come true There's only so much I can say
For it to come my way To make it come my way
