23-03-2011, 05:27 PM
Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed
Oh, oh, starry eyed
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone
Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one
Next thing we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Ahhh
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh
So we burst into colors, colors and carousels,
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games
Next thing we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Ahhhh
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh
Next thing we're touching (x8)
Hit me with lightning
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes (x2)
whoa oh oh ah ah (x3)
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone
Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one
Next thing we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Ahhh
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh
So we burst into colors, colors and carousels,
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games
Next thing we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Ahhhh
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh
Next thing we're touching (x8)
Hit me with lightning
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes (x2)
whoa oh oh ah ah (x3)
Cincizeci de minute ne despart privirile. Mă doare să te văd mereu atât de distant faţă de mine. Cu ea eşti simplu tu, cu mine de ce nu ai fi? Mă laşi să sper că într-o zi vei putea să-mi vorbeşti aşa cum şi eu încerc să îţi arăt că ţin la tine, dar eşti atât de orb încât nu vezi dincolo de această ceaţă densă pe care ai creat-o de unul singur. Flacăra ce trăieşte-n mine devine din ce-n ce mai puternică cu fiecare privire, cu fiecare literă pe care mi-o rosteşti, dar îmi este frică. Frică ca într-o bună zi această scânteie să se stingă în mometul în care te voi vedea de mână cu ea. Îţi cer un singur lucru, te implor nu mă lăsa în urmă. Nu mă lăsa să fiu doar o umbră a trecutului...