Anoraak Above Your Head
your voice is taking me to some higher level
your arms go perfectly against the nasty world
your sweet eyes is an ocean i'd like to swim
you're my seatbelt
you'll hold me tight if ever i crash
i'm even hundred feet above your head
and i'm still thinking about you when i'm there
your hands always guide me to some better place
your hair draw the lines of your tenderness
you're my seatbelt
you'll hold me tight if ever i crash
