Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom, Op. 31: Gloria, the Only, Begotten Son

I look at her and have to smile as we go driving for a while
her hair blowing in the open window of my car
as we go I see the lights
watch them glimmer in her eyes
in the darkness of the evening
and I've got all that I need right
here in the passenger seat
and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me...
we stop to get something to drink
my mind clouds and I can't think
scared to death to say I love her
then a moon peeks from the clouds hear my heart that beats so loud try to tell her simply
that I've got all that I need
right here in the passenger seat
oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me
oh and I've got all that I need right here in the passenger seat
oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me
oh and I know that this love grow
oh I've got all that I need right here in the passenger seat
oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me
oohhhh...
and I've got all that I need right here in the passenger seat
oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me
and I've got all that I need right here in the passenger seat
oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me
and I've got all that I need right here in the passenger seat



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