There's no gravity up here It's kind of hard to explain Every time I'm holding you It's like backwards rain, yeah You lift me up like a kite on a string
Written by Derek George, John Tirro Every time I'm holding you There's no gravity up here It's kind of hard to explain It's like backwards rain - yeah
A tall drink of water in a cotton dress That Preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed As sunlight passes through the fabric so soft You can imagine, what
Lyin' here with you I watch you while you sleep The dawn is closin' in With every breath you breathe I can feel the change The change you made in me
Na na (I miss Mayberry) Nanananana Nananananana Na na Nanananana Nananananana Sometimes it feels like this world's spinning faster Than it did in the
Last night you gave me a kiss You didn't know it but I was awake when you did You were quiet, you were gonna let me sleep So I just laid there pretendin
I was lost in darkness and sinking sand Well I was barely nothin', a broken man But you picked up the pieces of my heart in your hand Then you came and
've ever felt (I melt) I melt (I just melt) Every time you look at me that way (I just melt) I melt (I just melt) I melt
Hey baby, is that you? Wow, your hair got so long Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do Norma Jean, ain't that the song we'd sing in the car Drivin' downtown
know (World to know) Just what I'm all about I love to love you out loud You keep bringin' out the free in me What you do to my heart just makes me melt
I guess it's causin' effect Your heart and mine The way that we connect Keeps blowin' my mind There you go again, it never ends What you do to me That
Every road that I've been down The only truth that I have found There's only one thing I can't live without You I was searching for something I thought
body aches One little stare from you is all it takes (Repeat Chorus Twice) Every time you look at me that way I melt, I melt
Μετάφραση: Κάθαρμα Flatts. Λιώνω.
: Written By: Steve Robson, Danny Wells, Jeffrey Steele Hey baby, is that you Wow, your hair got so long Yeah, yeah I love it, I really do ?Norma Jean
: Written by Marcus Hummon, Chuck Jones A tall drink of water in a cotton dress That preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed As sunlight passes through
