A heart that learns to love
Is one that doesn't fit the glove
I was sure I didn't need anything
Nothing I haven't seen
When I whisper in your ear
I know you believe what you hear
Cause you're made for me
And I'll pull you close and near
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and baby pull the covers up
Your faith will be put to the test
But I promise I am all that's best
I've got too many skeletons to count
No need to know how high the amount
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and pull the covers up
You're stuck in my mind, I can't get you out
This is something to write home about
Sorry there are some things you won't know
And there are too many things to let go
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and baby pull the covers up
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
A heart that learns to love
Is one that doesn't fit the glove
I was sure I didn't need anything
Nothing I haven't seen
When I whisper in your ear
I know you believe what you hear
Cause you're made for me
And I'll pull you close and near
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and baby pull the covers up
Your faith will be put to the test
But I promise I am all that's best
I've got too many skeletons to count
No need to know how high the amount
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and pull the covers up
You're stuck in my mind, I can't get you out
This is something to write home about
Sorry there are some things you won't know
And there are too many things to let go
So leave your shoes by the door, we ain't leaving anytime soon
Til someone shouts for help and the Columbines bloom
It's cold in this place and there's no whiskey in my cup
So roll over, know that you're enough, and baby pull the covers up
