Letras
I stand a little too close
You stare a little too long
We do this dance everytime you and I, you and I
Yea, we're up in the air
Like the smoke from your lips
But I can't find my words
When I am chasing your kiss
I can taste, I can taste, I can tatse it
In my mind, all the time, can you raise it?
When I do, for a shot, of your love
I have you, I have you on the tip of my tongue
I have you on the tip of my tongue