In the quiet of the evenings, that’s where I find you,
In the corners of my heart, so often left unused.
Flashing back to things you said, that I hope you meant.
Christmas Eve, lying awake in bed
Without any other thought in my head
Than “I’ve fallen for you”.
And I don’t think I’ll feel this for anyone but you.
I’m burning.
And it’s buried.
I keep it buried,
But then you call my name.
So I’ll stay in the car, let the rain subside.
“Iris” was on the radio, and I’m not ashamed to say I cried,
Thinking of miles by the thousands, if I’ll ever kiss you in a slow dance,
Sway to Sinatra ‘til the tape ends.
Isn’t that what the song meant?
But you could never love me.
And I don’t think I’ll feel this for anyone but you.
I’m burning.
And it’s buried.
I keep it buried,
But then you call my name.
And I’m in love.
I know I can get too intense,
‘Cause what you bring out is all the best
And the most genuine parts of me,
My romance and my artistry.
Forgive me.
‘Cause I don’t think I’ll feel this for anyone but you.
And I don’t think I’ll feel this for anyone but you.
I’m burning.
And it’s buried.
I keep it buried,
But then you call my name.
And I’m in love.
‘Cause there’s a warmth inside your heart,
And a light inside your eyes,
For which I’d wait a thousand years,
If you told me you were mine.