I love you I love you I love you I want to see you I miss you I need you I love you I love you I love you.
You dont do it on purpose
But you make me shake
Now I count the hours til you wake
With your babies breath
Come on sweet catastrophe
In vain, I blame my trembling on the cold air but I cant hide that I rely on you; like yellow does on blue. You are my good feeling. I'm kneeling inside a room, he paints me blue. And you are my reason for breathing. Ceilings dont exist and there are no floors beneath me and I just look on through my love and through the haze.