Letra

Through the leaves of fallen trees A song travels on the breeze, Find her there, draped in red Mixing potions for my head I can't stop shaking Feeling good from my head to my toes Yeah, it's all what you make it Everything I touch turns gold It's a mystery to me, I never know just who I'll be Like we've never met before, That's me standing in the door I can't stop shaking Feeling good from my head to my toes Yeah, it's all what you make it Everything I touch turns gold I can't stop shaking Feeling good from my head to my toes Yeah, it's all what you make it Everything I touch turns gold
Writer(s): Chase Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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