You moved, and Lord I wasn't ready
you had me quiet
and still this rush won't stop
But you're so quiet...
that I wonder if you need a space to breathe in
Theres a world both sides
of those blue eyes (lucky me)
Will you realise that the stick is on my side?
Oh lucky mee
You move, and Lord I'm still not ready
I crane my neck for you-
dont want this walk to stop
But sometimes you're so quiet...
That I wonder if you need a spaace to breathe in
we turn our heads to see