Lately . . .
I find myself out gazin’ at stars,
Hearing guitars,
Like someone in love . . .
Sometimes . . .
The things i do astound me,
Mostly . . .
Whenever you’re around me . . .
Lately . . .
I seem to walk, as though i had wings,
Bump into things,
Like someone in love . . .
Each time i look at you,
I’m limp as a glove,
An’ feelin’ like someone in love . . .
< instrumental bridge >
I bump into things,
Like someone in love . . .
Each time i look at you,
I’m limp as a glove,
An’ feelin’ like someone in love . . .
