Lyrics: Christopher Conlin Jobe
Music: Christopher Conlin Jobe
That's the way it goes
Get your highs and lows
She got a sunshine soul
She got the sunshine when I'm cold
Try to take slow
But I don't wanna let go
Oh she feels like home
When her soft glow takes control
Try to hold back
Try to hold back
But my happiness lays up on her lips
Try to hold back
Try to hold back
Am I in my head or is she just touching it
Yeah
Maybe its the way your stare
Maybe its your fringe brown hair
Maybe its the way you care
Dont make me fall in love
Maybe its the way we touch
Maybe its the way you blush
Think im thinking way too much
Dont make me fall in love
When I wake up
I wonder where my love went if I'm honest
Im hoping you got lost somehow in my pillows
weeping with the willows
Wishing you were still close
Close enough to love me now
I think I can fly
âĻI think I can try
âĻI think I can get to London by midnight
Maybe its the way your stare
Maybe its your fringe brown hair
Maybe its the way you care
Dont make me fall in love
Maybe its the way we touch
Maybe its the way you blush
Think im thinking way too much
Dont make me fall in love
Maybe its the way your stare
Maybe its your fringe brown hair
Maybe its the way you care
Dont make me fall in love
Maybe its the way we touch
Maybe its the way you blush
Think im thinking way too much
Dont make me fall in love