Lyrics
Your face it leaps to the top again
At least I'm starting to write again
Missing, too familiar a feeling
Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out
You are my favorite shoes
I'm always on the run and I hate copy past for god's sake
You know when you have such a feeling
You feel like you invented the whole thing
Love I, I invented love I think
Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out
You are my favorite shoes
Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your
