Tekstovi: Daniel The Photographer. Other. The Art Of Holding Hands.

tell me how you're the first thing
in the morning and at night
this isn't right
how can someone always be on someone elses mind
its like i am the geeky kid at school
and you have the cheerleader outfit on
and sit by me at lunch and make me feel like im somehow cool

well i've never been the one to get the girl
but girl
you are my world
atlanta cant come soon enough


even if i gathered every flower in the world
in the biggest basket its still wouldnt smell
as good as the sweat between the palms of our hands

even if the angels themselves had the biggest choir meet in the world it still would be defeated by
the beat beat beat from the rhythm when you sing to me

thank god i am finally back to myself with your help
you bring the best outta me
youd make a man think he was a lion
but the whole time he was just a child playing with things he didn't understand

there's an art to holding hands.