The way that she talks, when I know she is thinking
'bout something so hard, I choose to believe that her lie has shown in this world so bright.
And how she moved when she taught me to dance in that dim hallway, a blind man could say that her feet had climbed over mountains so high.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down, but I know just how fast I can go.
The time that we spent feeding the ducks at the park on the hill, my ears finally heard that her laugh could erase all the dark in my life.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down, I can't slow down.
When I come back, it's hard to accept that I might be alone and the day has resinged to the night as I climb up into my stars.
From way up here I can look down to see those soft coloured eyes, close fast asleep. And to me it might seem like there's no other sight.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down...
'bout something so hard, I choose to believe that her lie has shown in this world so bright.
And how she moved when she taught me to dance in that dim hallway, a blind man could say that her feet had climbed over mountains so high.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down, but I know just how fast I can go.
The time that we spent feeding the ducks at the park on the hill, my ears finally heard that her laugh could erase all the dark in my life.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down, I can't slow down.
When I come back, it's hard to accept that I might be alone and the day has resinged to the night as I climb up into my stars.
From way up here I can look down to see those soft coloured eyes, close fast asleep. And to me it might seem like there's no other sight.
How did I happened to find this atypical heart on my mind?
If my thoughts all are empty, my eyes will already be gone... on the way to her face.
Like a man on the highway, he has never driven before,
I can't slow down...