...you wear nothing but you wear it so well....
. . . touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream . . .
... I want it to be windy and I want the house to be covered in white tea lights. Not just a few but hundreds of them. I want red and pink rose petals to liter a pathway. The windows open and the breeze coming in. I want the house to smell like vanilla. I want everything to be white: pillows, sheets, curtains. I want Crash to play on repeat. I want to open up the front door and loose my breath. I don't want to speak I just want to hear a genuin wisper of "i love you" as I'm carried away...
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream . . .
... I want it to be windy and I want the house to be covered in white tea lights. Not just a few but hundreds of them. I want red and pink rose petals to liter a pathway. The windows open and the breeze coming in. I want the house to smell like vanilla. I want everything to be white: pillows, sheets, curtains. I want Crash to play on repeat. I want to open up the front door and loose my breath. I don't want to speak I just want to hear a genuin wisper of "i love you" as I'm carried away...