You Make Me Smile
There's some kind of light
At the end
When touching
The edge of her skin
Once so hard to speak
Now so easy to play around
Catching that eye you know
Yeah, that eye that slaps you in your face
Calls you a puppy
Well how do you say
I was hypnotized
Hypnotized
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
Could you be the one that's not afraid
To look me in the eye
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
It's the feeling I get
My palms would sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
It's the feeling I get
My palms would sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her... (You make me smile)
At the end
When touching
The edge of her skin
Once so hard to speak
Now so easy to play around
Catching that eye you know
Yeah, that eye that slaps you in your face
Calls you a puppy
Well how do you say
I was hypnotized
Hypnotized
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
Could you be the one that's not afraid
To look me in the eye
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
It's the feeling I get
My palms would sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
It's the feeling I get
My palms would sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, I'm thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her... (You make me smile)
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Furstenfeld, William Matthew Noveskey
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Everything We Lost In The Fire - Single
- Spinning The Truth Around (Part II)
- Down Here Waiting - Single
- Spinning the Truth Around (Part I)
- Shut up I Want You to Love Me Back
- Where Did You Go I'm Less of a Mess These Days
- Spinning the Truth Around (Acoustic)
- Spinning the Truth Around
- Moving on (Spun Down)
- Moving On (Acoustic)
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