Texty

(One, two, three) Just wait 'til it goes down I'll be your home now The things that you don't know If murder's what she wrote The seasons been changing The chances I'm taking I know where I'm going Got nothing to show for it Is it all -, is it all - Is it all too much? If you had me closer I won't feel a thing, no There's no sense in ending While we begin, while we're beginning, baby, oh She moving like summer She tasted like spring Baby, I know 'Cause I'm no good at sleeping on my own The nights I ain't seeping The visions I'm seeing I know where she came from I breathe 'til my head's numb Is it all -, is it all - Is it all too much? Too, too much, yeah right If you had me closer I won't feel a thing, no There's no sense in ending While we begin, while we're beginning, baby, oh She moving like summer She tasted like spring Baby, I know 'Cause I'm no good at sleeping on my own Oh-oh, sleeping on my own Sleeping on my own My own, oh-oh If you had me closer I won't feel a thing, no There's no sense in ending While we begin, while we're beginning (baby) oh She moving like summer She tasted like spring Baby, I know ('Cause I'm no good at sleeping on my own) no good at sleeping on my own (If you had me closer) oh-oh-oh-oh (I won't feel a thing, no) (There's no sense in ending) While we begin, while we're beginning, baby, oh (She moving like summer) She tasted like spring (Baby, I know) baby, I know 'Cause I'm no good at sleeping on my own
Writer(s): Mac Ayres, Amber Jeanne Navran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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