I belong with your arms wrapped around my neck Your lips glistening in the light Awesome headlights passing by
Hold thought, I hold the thought Walking back towards your house Raindrops bouncing off the leaves Down to our September kiss
Flying over bus stops and playgrounds
If the words I've ever wrote On the backs of envelopes I could fold to paper planes I would fly them through your veins Now the ink runs to your heart And you know just how I feel
Flying over bus stops and playgrounds
Flying over bus stops and playgrounds