Yves Giraud - Glass

I'll never make the cut, between you and me
I'm not the kinda guy that feels the need to be clever
But I'll gladly come along
It's not that I don't want you holding things in your hands but
Scissors aren't my favorite, could you hold me instead, she says
While I sing my song

I hope you don't mind if I rest my head
Your lips are soft when we lay in bed
Sun shinning through the glass
And when she turns to take me in
The blood races under my skin
And all my questions fade at last

As we're lying down, I see the world turn, turn
Going round and round, am I falling in love with you?

The steam coming out of us reminds me of old movies
Where the rubber monsters are brought to their knees fast
And the plot is nothing new
So I go out and you follow 'cause you think it's bad
I leave you all alone but don't be so sad
I'll be back before the end is through

I hope you don't mind if I rest my head
Your lips are soft when we lay in bed
Sun shinning through the glass
And as she turns to take me in
The blood races under my skin
And all my questions fade at last

As we're lying down, I see the world turn, turn
Going round and round, am I falling in love with you?
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I hope you don't mind if I rest my head
Your lips are soft when we lay in bed
Sun shinning through the glass
And as she turns to take me in
The blood races under my skin
And all my questions fade at last

As we're lying down, I see the world turn, turn
Going round and round, am I falling in love, love, love, love?
As we're lying down, I see the world turn, turn
Going round and round, am I falling in love with you?

Written by:
Yves Giraud

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