The more we talk, I wonder how you feel for me.
The more we talk, I wonder how this will all play out.
The more we talk, I wonder if you will ever sit in my arms
The more we talk, I feel the electricity courses through my veins.
The more we talk, I feel the words beating at my blockades.
The more we talk, I feel the need to express my feelings.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my laugh emanates often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my smiles appear often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my face tends to become beet red.
The more we talk, the stronger my feelings evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my happiness evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my fear of loosing you evolves.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
The more we talk, I wonder how you feel for me.
The more we talk, I wonder how this will all play out.
The more we talk, I wonder if you will ever sit in my arms
The more we talk, I feel the electricity courses through my veins.
The more we talk, I feel the words beating at my blockades.
The more we talk, I feel the need to express my feelings.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my laugh emanates often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my smiles appear often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my face tends to become beet red.
The more we talk, the stronger my feelings evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my happiness evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my fear of loosing you evolves.
