watching as your smile surrounds the room
leaving me with so many questions
pulling my heart in so many directions
I watch as your eyes scan the room
and lastly fall on me,
I smile slightly looking back
then both eyes fall to the ground
as my face beings to feel warm
For those few seconds
everything becomes the background
draped across these four walls
I watch as you move throughout the room
drifting in and out of conversations
although on seperate sides,
we always end up together as it carrys on
hesitant to express things,
we all understand what "we" means,
beyond a need to explain or speak
all the feelings are bared to the room
and all eyes see when your eyes fall on me...
As I make the path from here to there
weaving in and out of peoples lives
letting it all pass me by in this small room
At last I come to you...
The nights wound down
Im by your side,
as the crowd fades into the background
and the music falls upon other ears
I rest my hand on the back of your neck
my fingers glide through the tips of your hair
we weave in and out of the turns,
three more lights to go...
thats where I like to call home
leaving me with so many questions
pulling my heart in so many directions
I watch as your eyes scan the room
and lastly fall on me,
I smile slightly looking back
then both eyes fall to the ground
as my face beings to feel warm
For those few seconds
everything becomes the background
draped across these four walls
I watch as you move throughout the room
drifting in and out of conversations
although on seperate sides,
we always end up together as it carrys on
hesitant to express things,
we all understand what "we" means,
beyond a need to explain or speak
all the feelings are bared to the room
and all eyes see when your eyes fall on me...
As I make the path from here to there
weaving in and out of peoples lives
letting it all pass me by in this small room
At last I come to you...
The nights wound down
Im by your side,
as the crowd fades into the background
and the music falls upon other ears
I rest my hand on the back of your neck
my fingers glide through the tips of your hair
we weave in and out of the turns,
three more lights to go...
thats where I like to call home
Keep it up