Your smile is like the sun to me
But of all that you'd like from me
To accept that I have to say
She complains the room?s too cold
(But when I learn to make heat,)
Oh you know I?ll forget...
That?s how we make this life
Your eyes, they can?t see
(Or how it holds our hands)
She complains the room?s too cold
(But when I learn to make heat,)
Oh you know I?ll forget...
You know I always forget (3x)
WRITERS
ARTHUR CARL ENDERS, JEFFREY MATTHEW KUMMER, JOSEPH RYAN MARRO, SERGIO ANELLO