Hmmm...
*While Chris flicks through the choices, Zinda spots Cassie.*
Sing what you would sing to your gal! Something mushy!She doesn't like mushy!
Sing it anyway! That's an order!*Chris mutters to himself about bossy blonds in bars and picks a
song.*
I’ve been searching, for a couple words.
They could grow wings and fly like birds,
course i know it sounds absurd
but when you’re in love, all the lines get blurred
Do you remember, a thousand lights?
We danced like kids, as the traffic drove by,
I can’t help I got you memorized,
imagined the world, it feels smaller tonight.
And I hope, this,
I hope this gets to you.
To you.
And I hope, this,
I hope this gets to you.
I knew I’d found what I was looking for.
Sitting indian style, on the kitchen floor.
You’re like pretty Grace Kelly in a black and white scene.
And you’re batting your eyes cos you know it kills me.
You think you feel my heart jumping through my chest?
When you look at me it beats three times as fast.
And all of this is passing us too quick for regrets.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
And I hope, this,
I hope this gets to you.
To you.
And I hope, this,
I hope this gets to you.
To you.
And I hope, this,
I hope this gets to you.
*spots Cassie and facepalms*
