Sit, Feel Me, Lay Down
She’s allright, she’s allright
She’s allright, she’s allright
She looks like the golden rain
That once came down on me
She tastes, she tastes the same
Sit, feel me, lay down
We’ll sort it out
In the morning, dear
We’ll sort it out
I swear
Out in the cold again
You left me standing
Now I know how it feels
Sit, feel me, lay down
Don’t slip right through my hands
Don’t slip right through my hands
Won’t you please come back in
Copyright (c) 2007 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing
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