Slow Dancing In a Burning Room...

I could watch the sky from a distance
and never belong
stuck like all those dreamers
who slept too long

Id rather follow your scent, blindly
than risk not being in your arms,
and I'l hope the waves will hold me,
and tomorrow never comes.

And It's so beautiful, how your waist fits,
that groove right there,
the hand that's sliding round my hip,
the one that tousles my hair.

The fire lighting up your eyes,
the one that's circling the room.
And I'l swing as I hold my breath,
save the air that's left for you.
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And we'l wait slow dancing,
in a burning room
cause I'm too scared to get outta here
and keep living without you.

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