الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Tell me something
But say it with your hands, slow
When you touch me
Paint me like a Van Gogh
I wanna study every inch of you
´Til you trust me to make the angels come through
Like a choir singing "Hallelujah"
When my body´s crashin´ right into you
When we align
Do you feel me?
Can you feel me?
´Cause I can´t breathe
Where did you come from, baby?
And were you sent to save me?
There´s god in every move
And you´re the living proof
The way your hands can´t shake me
Soft to the touch like, baby
There´s god in every move
And you´re the living proof
Countin freckles
As they run down your spine
Show your demons and I might show you mine
One at a time
