Tyler Burkhart Fingers On My Heart
I wrote your name upon a paper
And then I taped on the wall above my bed
So while I sleep you might just sink down in my head
It seems like every song I'm writing
Is your voice across the strings of my guitar
You made the chords by pressing fingers on my heart
And in a dream I found myself
Flying at dawn
Finding worries that I'd had
Were already gone
I wrote you letters but I kept them
Would've sent them if I knew where you lived now
So I just keep them in my backpack thinking how
We'll walk together with our hair down
Someday when everything works out just like I planned
So can we laugh about the past and start again?
