I stand a little too close You stare a little too long We do this dance everytime you and I, you and I Yea, we're up in the air Like the smoke from your lips But I can't find my words When I am chasing your kiss I can taste, I can taste, I can tatse it In my mind, all the time, can you raise it? When I do, for a shot, of your love I have you, I have you on the tip of my tongue I have you on the tip of my tongue
