Texty

I've been searching for a couple words, That could grow wings and fly like birds. And of course I know that it sounds absurd, But when you're in love all the lines get blurred. Do you remember the Christmas lights, We danced like kids, let the traffic go by. I can't help it that you memorized. Just imagine the world a little smaller tonight. And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you I knew I found what I was looking for, Sitting indian style on the kitchen floor. You're like pretty Grace Kelly, In a black and white scene. And you're battin' your eyes 'cause you know it kills me. You think you feel my heart jumpin' through my chest, When you look at me it beats three times as fast. And all of this is passing us too quick for regrets. Ohh Ohh Ohh Hey Hey And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you, to you And I hope this. I hope this gets to you
Writer(s): Randy Matthew Jackson, Ricky Landon Jackson, Walter Conrad May Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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