when we're hopping fences to go lay under the stars
and we're on our way to the middle of the field
and you trip me right into your arms so you can lay me down with kisses
and i laugh and you smile and we lay around a while
until we hop the fence again to get a little more comfortable
in the back seat of your car.
we didn't put on music and i didn't need music and i wasn't even thinking of music at all because all i wanted to hear were the sounds you made in between each time i brushed your cheek with my hand and you looked at me like maybe with me was exactly where you wanted to be...
maybe I'm starting to believe you when you tell me you actually like me