Arts
Finish those lyrics! Level 3Sometimes the silence guides a mindTo move to a place so far awayThe goosebumps start to raiseThe minute that my left-hand meets your waistAnd then I watch your facePut my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeahThese hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest forInside this place is warmOutside it starts to pourWhats next?A.'Cause it's too coldFor you hereAnd now, so let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterB.Coming downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, noC.Whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoaD. want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in California with my toes in the sandUse the sleeves of my sweaterLet's have an adventureHead in the clouds but my gravity centeredTouch my neck and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts, ohAlso, should I put the names of the songs too?