Tekster: Levi Smith. I'd Like To Think So.
And you were unexpected
But not unwelcome
'Cause you can wake me anytime
When I stumbled to the door
Glad to let you in from
The middle of this winter night
Into my heart and my apartment
A thought crossed my drowsy mind:
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined
While we watch our feelings grow?
I'd like to think so
And I can't sleep lately
It's a problem I've been having
So come on over with your charm
And I'll keep you calm
And you can keep me laughing
In the middle of this storm
Here's my jacket, you can have it
It's not as cold when you are warm
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder,
And our fingers designed to be intertwined
While coffee candles glow?
I'd like to think so
And I'm inclined to shy away
But she moves me
Without words and without moving
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined?
How am I supposed to know?
But oh, I'd like to think so
But not unwelcome
'Cause you can wake me anytime
When I stumbled to the door
Glad to let you in from
The middle of this winter night
Into my heart and my apartment
A thought crossed my drowsy mind:
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined
While we watch our feelings grow?
I'd like to think so
And I can't sleep lately
It's a problem I've been having
So come on over with your charm
And I'll keep you calm
And you can keep me laughing
In the middle of this storm
Here's my jacket, you can have it
It's not as cold when you are warm
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder,
And our fingers designed to be intertwined
While coffee candles glow?
I'd like to think so
And I'm inclined to shy away
But she moves me
Without words and without moving
Could it be that these arms were meant to hold her?
Could it be that her head was tailor-made for my shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined?
How am I supposed to know?
But oh, I'd like to think so
Levi Smith
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