
| There you are
Author: Dreamer Thinker And the moment keeps playing back in my head again and again,/ It's like New Year's eve, watching the ball drop./ There you are, wearing what you claim is a brownish purple shirt,/ And in an instant the ticking of the clock stops.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 352 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3070756
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Chorus
And the moment keeps playing back in my head again and again,
It's like New Year's eve, watching the ball drop.
There you are, wearing what you claim is a brownish purple shirt,
And in an instant the ticking of the clock stops.
Verse 1
I don't know why, but my mind is stuck
In that very second, when you turn back
And our eyes meet for the first time in eleven days.
And you instantly take my breath away.
Chorus
And the moment keeps playing back in my head again and again,
It's like New Year's eve, watching the ball drop.
There you are, wearing what you claim is a brownish purple shirt,
And in an instant the ticking of the clock stops.
Verse 2
I'm at a loss about what I should say.
All your friends turn to look my way.
And all I can think of is how much I've missed you
And your grin, and your sparkling eyes too.
Chorus
And the moment keeps playing back in my head again and again,
It's like New Year's eve, watching the ball drop.
There you are, wearing what you claim is a brownish purple shirt,
And in an instant the ticking of the clock stops.
Bridge
And you stand up, and tell me to walk out with you.
My heart stops beating for a few seconds.
Alone time again, after eleven days.
I'm at a loss about what I should say.
And what I can do to take your breath away.
Three seconds, we're just standing there.
And I run my hand through my hair,
And take a quick glance at my white long top.
It's like New York's eve, watching the ball drop.
And I hope my face could hide my secret wish,
How I wanted you to seal the moment with a kiss…
Chorus
And the moment keeps playing back in my head again and again,
It's like New Year's eve, watching the ball drop.
There you are, wearing what you claim is a brownish purple shirt,
And in an instant the ticking of the clock stops.
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