Текст песни Call Off the Bells - The Early November

Something in the way I say your name
It sends blood rushing to my face
Exiting my legs, I have colder feet
When they're nervous, my eyes won't see

That you've grown from the fairytale and need a little more
You say, "Call off all of the wedding bells
I need a little time"

Whatever I mean
Well, what's holding me?
If it's the bottom I'm rooted in
You take me by the hands and ball my feet
When they're flooded my eyes won't see

Now you've grown from the fairytale and need a little more
You say, "Call off all of the wedding bells
I need a little time"

Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time, we were meant to be
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time, we were meant to be

We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time, we were meant to be