I′m catching all these feelings
Oh boy, you've got me flying through the ceiling
Wish you would tell me what you′re thinking
If you drink about me on the weekend
I've never been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve
I'd rather sit in silence than go causing a scene
He gives me just enough to know I want in
A little taste of him that got me falling
If I get drunk enough then I might call him
Say, "This whole time, you′re the only thing that′s on my mind"
I'm catching all these feelings
Oh boy, you′ve got me flying through the ceiling
Wish you would tell me what you're thinking
If you drink about me on the weekend
Guess I don′t mind
'Cause I′m flying through the ceiling
Oh boy, yeah, you've got me catching feelings
Oh, he started a fire, and he don't even know
That I only leave the house, so he can walk me home
He gives me just enough to know I want in
A little taste of him that got me falling
If I get drunk enough then I might call him
Say, "This whole time, you′re the only thing that′s on my mind"
I'm catching all these feelings
Oh boy, you′ve got me flying through the ceiling
Wish you would tell me what you're thinking
If you drink about me on the weekend
Guess I don′t mind
'Cause I′m flying through the ceiling
Oh boy, yeah, you've got me catching feelings
Do you love me? Maybe
In my dreams, you've already saved me
You say, "I′m tired of waiting"
We leave the city and go sunset sailing
Do you love me? Maybe
In my dreams, you′ve already saved me
You say, "I'm tired of waiting"
We leave the city and go sunset sailing
Do you love me? Maybe
In my dreams, you′ve already saved me
You say, "I'm tired of waiting"
We leave the city and go sunset sailing
Do you love me? Maybe
In my dreams, you′ve already saved me
You say, "I'm tired of waiting"
We leave the city and go sunset sailing
Do you love me? Maybe
In my dreams, you′ve already saved me
You say, "I'm tired of waiting"
We leave the city and go sunset sailing
Writer(s): Kent Sundberg, Cato Sundberg, Dagny Norvoll Sandvik, Nick Hahn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com