venice
You showed up, gentle as a dream
Settled slow, but my tide took to your breeze
Tried to hold up, but I think I'm ready for you now
'Cause for the first time, I felt finally complete
On my own, I didn't miss a single piece
But somehow you found a way to fit into me
I've never had to think so little 'bout the way I feel
Nothing's ever been this clear
You've got all my senses running
I'm getting visions of it
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote mе
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own typе of paradise
All I knew were faithless love affairs before you
But none of them compare, I adore you
I see you and my senses run and
I'm getting visions of it
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote me
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own type of paradise
(Nothing's ever been so, nothing's ever been so
I'm getting visions of it, I'm getting visions of it)
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote me
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own type of paradise
(I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented)
Settled slow, but my tide took to your breeze
Tried to hold up, but I think I'm ready for you now
'Cause for the first time, I felt finally complete
On my own, I didn't miss a single piece
But somehow you found a way to fit into me
I've never had to think so little 'bout the way I feel
Nothing's ever been this clear
You've got all my senses running
I'm getting visions of it
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote mе
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own typе of paradise
All I knew were faithless love affairs before you
But none of them compare, I adore you
I see you and my senses run and
I'm getting visions of it
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote me
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own type of paradise
(Nothing's ever been so, nothing's ever been so
I'm getting visions of it, I'm getting visions of it)
I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented
You and I, lying on the floor in the candlelight
Singing a song you wrote me
Filling the room with only you and I
Together in our own type of paradise
(I see a house in Venice
Citron-vanilla scented)
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Writer(s): Emily Anne Dieffenbach
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