Letras
Red eye from Atlanta
Tongue tied on your couch
I used to be sure of myself, but
I'm having my doubts
You move as if you
Were born on a screen
I'm acting the fool
In your company
And I walked through Central
It felt twice as green
As it used to be
Cause you make me younger
Like wild flowers in the summer
And I sank to the bottom
Of your deepest blue
I should give you a medal
For lasting so long
But you're doing fine on your own
Am I the only one to fall
I'm biting my tongue
Cause I like the taste
Frances at the garden
Fumbling the gate
Would you hold me up
If I let it all lay
If you met my pace
Cause you make me younger
Like wild flowers in the summer
And I sank to the bottom
Of your deepest blue
Oh you make me younger
Like wild flowers in the summer
And I sank to the bottom
Of your deepest blue
Oh, you make me younger
Like wild flowers in the summer
And I sank to the bottom
Of your deepest blue