A new soooooooong!
I'm writing again! Hooray! Now uh, this doesn't make much sense as far as the meter goes, but trust me, it sounds much better with the music.
Going to a friend's house
For a party on a Friday night.
You walk across the room
And take a seat right by my side.
And as the night goes on,
You move in close to me.
Now is this real?
Or is this something that's found only in my dreams?
You talk about the future
And the things we'll do when we get old.
And while I'm listening,
I can't believe what I am told.
I may be wrong,
But I believe it to be true
That part of you
Feels something new
That you should let me know.
So tell me:
Am I the one you see?
Am I running through your head?
Is it my face in your dreams?
Just come clean
And be with me.
Cause if you're feeling what I'm feeling,
Think how happy we would be.
Sitting on your couch
In the basement on a Saturday night.
You turn and look at me with a smile so big
And eyes so bright.
And as I'm wondering
If you want me to scoot over,
There's a rustling of the cushions
And your head is on my shoulder.
Sometimes on the phone we sit and talk
About nothing at all.
And I feel stupid, getting so excited
For a dumb phone call,
But there's a part of me
That thinks you feel it too.
And if that's true,
All you have to do
Is let me know.
So tell me:
Am I the one you see?
Am I running through your head?
Is it my face in your dreams?
Just come clean
And be with me.
Cause if you're feeling what I'm feeling,
Think how happy we would be.
Now uh... maybe there's a bridge type interlude thing after that? I'm not really sure yet. But I'm happy with it. I just might have to change the key... it's a little low for my voice so you can't hear it well during the chorus. Or maybe NTB can play it and Matty will sing it!
Going to a friend's house
For a party on a Friday night.
You walk across the room
And take a seat right by my side.
And as the night goes on,
You move in close to me.
Now is this real?
Or is this something that's found only in my dreams?
You talk about the future
And the things we'll do when we get old.
And while I'm listening,
I can't believe what I am told.
I may be wrong,
But I believe it to be true
That part of you
Feels something new
That you should let me know.
So tell me:
Am I the one you see?
Am I running through your head?
Is it my face in your dreams?
Just come clean
And be with me.
Cause if you're feeling what I'm feeling,
Think how happy we would be.
Sitting on your couch
In the basement on a Saturday night.
You turn and look at me with a smile so big
And eyes so bright.
And as I'm wondering
If you want me to scoot over,
There's a rustling of the cushions
And your head is on my shoulder.
Sometimes on the phone we sit and talk
About nothing at all.
And I feel stupid, getting so excited
For a dumb phone call,
But there's a part of me
That thinks you feel it too.
And if that's true,
All you have to do
Is let me know.
So tell me:
Am I the one you see?
Am I running through your head?
Is it my face in your dreams?
Just come clean
And be with me.
Cause if you're feeling what I'm feeling,
Think how happy we would be.
Now uh... maybe there's a bridge type interlude thing after that? I'm not really sure yet. But I'm happy with it. I just might have to change the key... it's a little low for my voice so you can't hear it well during the chorus. Or maybe NTB can play it and Matty will sing it!