Soaking in all that you are
Bringing memory to me
Of every time that you move
And everything that you be.

Astounding, is the night time air
Only when it crawls through your hair.
Pressure is the feeling I get
With you in dew grass that's wet

I want nothing else
But to stand here
I want nothing else but to stand here
And watch the world spin round
In your face  
right here on the ground
I am watching the world spin round
In your face
It's all there....