Texty:
Colbie Caillat All Of You

A love, a love, yeah I write our names down in the sand Picturing all our plans I close my eyes and I can see You, and you ask, "Will you marry me?"

lines that you always told me now I cant let go I believed in them the last time you told me you would try but boy this is getting old so old If you

to go with it? Don't you blink you might miss it See we got a right to just love it or leave it You find it and keep it Cause it ain't every day you get

telephone Lines that you always told me Now I can't let go I believed in them the last time You told me you would try But boy this is getting old So old If you

myself into? You make me wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do... Tell me is it only me? Do you feel the same? You know me well enough to know