This is true romance
Slow dance to slow jams
Skin to skin
If I could I’d crawl right in
Forest in my ribs
The things you planted
I like myself in a way I never did
Thought I knew but I had no clue what good
Love looked like ’til you, ‘cause now
I’m high, so high it’s hard to find
The New York City lights
From where we are right now, so lucky
I’m not afraid of heights ‘cause I can see cloud nine
And it’s a long way down, down, down from
Where we are
We are in the stars in your arms where
We are
I get mad so quick
Switch doing back flips
Up and down
My mood ring needs a break from it
But I swear to want you tomorrow
How I want you today, and I don’t like to share my solitude
But for you I’m making space
Thought I knew but I had no clue what good
Love looked like till you, ‘cause now I’m
I’m high, so high it’s hard to find
The New York City lights
From where we are right now, so lucky
I’m not afraid of heights ‘cause I can see cloud nine
And it’s a long way down, down, down from
Where we are
We are in the stars in your arms
Where we are
We are
We are in the stars in your arms
Where we are
Cloud ten
Cloud ten
I’m waiting
Soul shaking
Cloud ten
Cloud ten
I’m waiting
We are, we are, we are
Yeah we are
We are
We are in the stars in your arms
Where we are
We are
We are in the stars in your arms
Where we are
Cloud ten
Cloud ten
I’m waiting
Soul shaking
Cloud ten
Cloud ten
I’m waiting
We are, we are, we are
Yeah we are
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Cloud 10
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Edge Of Something Else
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