I really wonder how you feel on these nights so alone

“life will be better in spring”

Plain Dae...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009 || 4:34 AM

Your beautiful eyes

Stare right into my eyes

and sometimes

I think of you late at night

I don't know why

i want to be somewhere where you are

I wnt to be where...

[CHORUS:]

You're here, You're eyes are looking into mine

So baby, make me fly

My heart has never felt this way before

I'm looking through your

I'm looking through your eyes

I wake up, I'm alive

In only a little while..I cry

Cause you're my lullaby

SO baby come hold me tight cause

I want to be everything you need

I want to be where...

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Just as long as you're mine

I'll be you're everything tonight

Let me love you, kiss you

Oh baby let me miss you

Let me see your

Dream about

Dream about your eyes

Eyes, Eyes...Beautiful eyes

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car

He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

The other on my heartI look around, turn the radio down

He says baby is something wrong?

I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a songAnd he says…

[Chorus:]

Our song is the slamming screen door,Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window

When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, and I should have”

And when I got home … before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day

Had gone all wrong and been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed

I almost didn’t notice all the roses

And the note that said…

[Repeat Chorus]

I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song…

Cause our song is the slamming screen door

Sneaking out late, tapping on his window

When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow

Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know

Our song is the way he laughs

The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I should have”

And when I got home, before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkin

And I… wrote down our song