I'm always at the place where your friends meet It's the long way home but I walk your street And when I trip and fall right at your feet It's not accidental
There's a word that will hurt I can feel on your lips Like a gun to my heart When all that I want is kiss But we fell so hard and it felt so right So
I'm finding it hard, nobody knows Got to hide my desperation before it shows With no sense of time, I got it all wrong We only ever spoke about it after
A little bit of heaven, a whole lot of hell Don't know where this is going, but I know this feeling well You leave without a warning, you take my wallet
This one's for the girl that I see at the coffee shop Who knows my name and looks so hot I always get an extra shot and smile for free And this is for
Where do I go from here, tell me baby If I can't have you near I've been running in circles for you Gotta fever of a hundred and two Can't fake how I
Weekends in bed, no scramble eggs, or bacon I just have time for you Backs on the grass, heads in the clouds, we closed our eyes Enjoy the view We don
Middle of the night when it comes creeping I lay awake when I should be sleeping Like an Agatha Christie mystery during intermission I hold on, hold on
Where do I begin? Should I tell you How bad I need you now You're underneath my skin But I'm confused My head is spinning all around I waited so long
Sat on my bed and looked in my eyes Saw I was grieving for some other time Stood on my breath and moved close to say Oh won't you love me let's walk out
: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn I wish that's how I felt I just can't hide the fool that I am As I let you walk away into the sunset It's just
: Sat on my bed and looked in my eyes Saw I was grieving for some other time Stood on my breath and moved close to say Oh won't you love me let's walk
: You think you've heard this before I'll try and say it differently As long as it comes naturally to me It's been making me sad Cause I can't find a
: Middle of the night when it comes creeping I lay awake when I should be sleeping Like an Agatha Christie mystery during intermission I hold on, hold
: I'm always at the place where your friends meet It's the long way home but I walk your street And when I trip and fall right at your feet It's not
: There's a word that will hurt I can feel on your lips Like a gun to my heart When all that I want is kiss But we fell so hard and it felt so right
: Where do I go from here, tell me baby If I can't have you near I've been running in circles for you Gotta fever of a hundred and two Can't fake how