Eric Smith Thomas Britt.

Everynight I rush to my bed with hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you. When I close my eyes I'm goin' outta my head, lost in a fairytale. Can you hold my hand and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars cover your skies. And I hope it rains. You're the perfect lullaby. What kinda dream is this? You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true. My guilty pleasure. I ain't goin' no where, baby, long as you're here. I'll be floating on air cause you're mine. You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. I mention you when I say my prayers. I wrap you around all of my thoughts. Boy, you're my temporary high. I wish that when I wake up you're there, so wrap your arms around me for real. And tell me you'll stay by side. Tattoo your name across my heart. So if you were made, Not even death can make us part. What kind of dream is this?

Eu prometo fazer algo melhor, meu amor. Logo. x