Sidney

Don’t tell him now
I’m on my way to you
If you wanna keep it down
He shouldn’t know that we’re about
To meet enough to see
What it’s like to be kissed
I’m sorry, Miss
Your smirking face is trying to fake it
You know I’ve made it
And this endless chase is making me sick
I’m counting numbers
We’re still eighteen
You’re procrastinating
Do you feel like lifting up in the air?
We’re ascending heaven with no stairs
Do you feel like lifting up in the air?
We’re ascending heaven with no stairs
I got something to say
And you won’t mind
‘Cause you got that look that says
«Alright, we’ll do it my way no matter what you say,
We’ll do it my way ‘till I’ll be by your side»
And you don’t know what I see
Cause you stand in front of me
We’re made of little talks silent looks and funny jokes,
And I don’t need to pretend
I do it only when I say I don’t care
Do you feel like lifting up in the air?
We’re ascending heaven with no stairs
Do you feel like lifting up in the air?
We’re ascending heaven with no stairs
Do you feel like lifting?
Do you feel like lifting?
Do you feel like lifting?
Do you feel like lifting?