May 2011
You hold me so close that my knees grow weak But my soul is flying high above the ground I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do I just can't seem to make any sound And then you took the words rig
You hold me so close that my knees grow weak But my soul is flying high above the ground I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do I just can't seem to make any sound And then you took the words rig