This Is What Falling In Love Is
The emptiness creeps back
Under your skin
Like a moth to a flame
This is what falling in love is
Just want someone
Who doesn't become another muse
To write my unrequited love songs to
Be amongst the blooms
Of a scared little dream come true
Of the whispered words "I do"
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
Lead me to the corner of your heart
Where the street lights dim
And the magic starts
Where the tragic memories fade
As I gaze upon you
Take away all that is pain
Don't be another unrequited love song
Where the storybook ending
Plays only in my mind
Where the memories fade
And my happiness drifts away
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
I want to be where the flowers grow
Where something beautiful blooms
And the story always flows
Sick of crying with my guitar
In the dark
I'm haunted by the missed opportunities
And the jokes where they all laugh
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
The emptiness creeps back
Under your skin
Like a moth to a flame
This is what falling in love is
Under your skin
Like a moth to a flame
This is what falling in love is
Just want someone
Who doesn't become another muse
To write my unrequited love songs to
Be amongst the blooms
Of a scared little dream come true
Of the whispered words "I do"
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
Lead me to the corner of your heart
Where the street lights dim
And the magic starts
Where the tragic memories fade
As I gaze upon you
Take away all that is pain
Don't be another unrequited love song
Where the storybook ending
Plays only in my mind
Where the memories fade
And my happiness drifts away
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
I want to be where the flowers grow
Where something beautiful blooms
And the story always flows
Sick of crying with my guitar
In the dark
I'm haunted by the missed opportunities
And the jokes where they all laugh
The torturous part
Of waiting up at night
For that text
For that call
So I know what happens next
Is nothing at all
The emptiness creeps back
Under your skin
Like a moth to a flame
This is what falling in love is
Credits
Writer(s): Kim Dowling
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