Soren

Miss your hair

I like the way you stare

Into my eyes

Most the time

The way you touch me

Is like a curse that can't be broken

But it hurts

Most the time

And if there was a place

That I had to choose

Or a memory that fades

That I cannot lose

If there was a place

That I could call home

Before I'd die you'd ought to know

It would be in your arms tonight

The green in your eyes

Are like the leaves in the summer

And it changes

With the weather

The pink in your cheeks

When you slightly loose your temper

Makes me love you

Even more

And if there was a place

That I had to choose

Or a memory that fades

That I cannot lose

If there was a place

That I could call home

Before I'd die you'd ought to know

It would be in your arms tonight

It'd be in your arms tonight

It'd be in your arms tonight