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