Encouraging Sign

Sometimes the skills I lack they're just the things that hold me back
But that's the type of thing that makes me laugh the most
Can't we just get along? 'Cause I got the gist of holding on to you
Try holding onto me

And I made my bed today with the hope that you would jump right in it
'Tho I don't with a lot I say
When I said I liked you I really meant it

And although all the perfume that you wear
Has a tendency to make me feel slightly ill
The fact it's on my pillow still is an encouraging sign

And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now
And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now

And no I'm not prepared to sit through all the icy stares
'Cause that's type of look that get to me the most
Can't we just get along? 'Cause I've got the gist of holding on for you
Try holding on for me

And I'm even toying with the idea this could be forever
I suppose all that depends on you if it's something you endeavour
And these feelings spill out randomly
I have a tendency to run away with myself
Can't think of nothing else but making you mine

And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now
And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now

I still want you, nothing's changed after all this time
I still want you, nothing's changed after all this time
I still need you, nothing's changed after all this time
I still need you, nothing's changed after all this time

And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now
And we'll quickstep over the rooftops to get to your house
It's my heart that you're stealing and that sounds appealing to me now



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Nicholas Clinton, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Stuart David Hartland, Philip David Etheridge
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