Soren

Miss your hair I like the way you stare into my eyes Most of the time The way you touch me's like the curse that can't be broken But it hurts Most of the time And if there was a place that I had to choose Or a memory, that faith that I cannot lose If there was a place that I could call home Before I die, you ought to know It'd be in your arms tonight The green in your eyes Are like the leaves in the summer And it changes with the weather The pink in your cheeks When you slightly lose your temper Makes me love you even more And if there was a place that I had to choose Or a memory, that faith that I cannot lose If there was a place that I could call home Before I die, you ought to know It'd be in your arms tonight It'd be in your arms tonight