Love is Waiting - Brooke Fraser

In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the ordinary sounds, I am thinking signs and seasons, while a north wind blows through. 

I watch lovers pass me by: walking stories - who’s and how’s and why’s, musing lazily on love.

Pondering you; I’ll give it time, give it space, and be still for a spell. When it’s time to walk that way, we want to walk it well.

I’ll be waiting for you; I’ll be holding back the darkest night. Love is waiting till we’re ready, till it’s right. Love is waiting.

It’s my caution, not the cold. There’s no other hand that I would rather hold. The climate changes, I’m singing for strangers about you.

Don’t keep time, slow the pace. Honey, hold on if you can. The bets are getting surer now that you’re my man.

I could write a million songs about the way you say my name; I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again. And like I can’t force the sun to rise or hasten summer’s start, neither should I rush my way into your heart.