passing by your street.
look at your window and hoping you see me
'cause seeing means more to me than speaking.
delicious melancholy is weeping.
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
fighting won't cure at all, not at all.
it only leaves wounds for breaking your spirit's call
to love, to love, to love, to love.
don't let your spirit fall.
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
i can't stand this beating me [deliciously].
melancholy's crashing every wave i crave to fall on me.
much of me is dying to bring you down.
every sound you make i take and take it 'round and around.
and i can't keep corners covered
'cause the ranting keeps the "love" word in my mind
[the kind that's suffered]. d*** it,
don't you know what man am i? i'm lost in love with you.
i try to stake a claim to make you mine. what else to do? to lose my mind?
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
maybe i am blind, and maybe your kiss is too kind.
maybe we slaved for a while, and maybe i saved every smile.
maybe i am wrong, but, baby, our love is strong.
look at your window and hoping you see me
'cause seeing means more to me than speaking.
delicious melancholy is weeping.
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
fighting won't cure at all, not at all.
it only leaves wounds for breaking your spirit's call
to love, to love, to love, to love.
don't let your spirit fall.
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
i can't stand this beating me [deliciously].
melancholy's crashing every wave i crave to fall on me.
much of me is dying to bring you down.
every sound you make i take and take it 'round and around.
and i can't keep corners covered
'cause the ranting keeps the "love" word in my mind
[the kind that's suffered]. d*** it,
don't you know what man am i? i'm lost in love with you.
i try to stake a claim to make you mine. what else to do? to lose my mind?
sleeping 'til noon
and gazing at your eyes living love on the moon.
rocking your room
and dodging every downfall in june.
maybe i am blind, and maybe your kiss is too kind.
maybe we slaved for a while, and maybe i saved every smile.
maybe i am wrong, but, baby, our love is strong.