Fire, fire, I'm not ready for this Another night well spent on a hit or miss My calloused sides are turning blue Hold close to me as I lean to you
A subtle wink and a casual stare Our hearts both racing, we dance on air To speak or be spoken to? My cheeks are flushed and I'm focused on you
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease But I'm not falling, not falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease
I'll capture you on shores of gold Just sit and relax, let it unfold The pout of your soft lips And the rough graze of fingertips
So angel spread your wings Sing something soft and comforting I pray this finds you well With regard I dare not tell
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease But I'm not falling, not falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease
And all our flaws we'll dare not mention And even though I had the best intentions
And all our flaws we'll dare not mention And even though I had the best intentions
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease But I'm not falling, not falling for you Tonight we'll rest with arms at ease More from A Cadence Of Sorts