Trynna keep quiet breathing through my nose and
Now I'm sleeping restlessly on a bed of stones
Trynna keep cool in the crowded room
My mind is racing and my heart is too, it's true
Sometimes I need a little time to cool off
And I love the thought of your love
Bringing it home to my heart, to my heart
Feel it in the touch, feel it in the sound, we're thirsting for a something that is never around
When you need it in your life, need a little strive to help you see that she's right here with you
Nothing in the world, seems to please the mind of the guy who always at the back of room
When all his friends are high, dancing in a crowd when all he wants is a little time with the girl he always sees When he closes his eyes, burdened by the drinks that drag him down when he tries
Walking a mile on broken glass
I tend to silence all of the problems that I have
Awake and missing her on a Saturday night
Who the f*ck wants to think so hard on a Saturday night
Sometimes I need a little time to cool off
And I love the thought of your love
Bringing it home to my heart, to my heart
Feel it in the touch, feel it in the sound, we're thirsting for a something that is never around
When you need it in your life, need a little strive to help you see that she's right here with you
Nothing in the world, seems to please the mind of the guy who always at the back of room
When all his friends are high, dancing in a crowd when all he wants is a little, a little time