歌词
When I see your face
It's warmer than the sunny shoots that rain down
From our tiny house Monet
That makes me feel that I can't move my feet
It's a golden retriever mixed with a beagle
God let's save its life
From the daily routine but I won't
Get to look into your eyes again
Moving to a trace
Of when I heard the deed drew
Locked in chains of copper
Making gold look new
And one day, I'll look out of the window
And I'll break through
I'll make steps towards your house
And I'll ask you if you really want to dance
I've been trying to woo you
I've made sentimental letters in the shapes of hearts
I've got nothing left to lose
The shape of your hands is like a work of art
Colors get erased
By the notes that I can't speak to
Building melodies
In ways I've never seen
Held up in grassy lines
Curates tastes that I can't seem to
Underestimate these ears
Have ever heard
I've been trying to woo you
I've made sentimental letters in the shapes of hearts
I've got nothing left to lose
The shape of your hands is like a work of art