Lyrics
Whoever said love was blind
Challenging the notion that love is blind, suggesting the speaker recognizes and appreciates the beloved.
Must've not seen you coming
Expressing surprise at the impact of the beloved's arrival, implying a significant and unexpected presence.
A flower from the wild
Comparing the beloved to a wildflower, emphasizing uniqueness and natural beauty.
And all the dogs come running
Using imagery of dogs running towards a flower, suggesting the widespread attraction and allure of the beloved.
Just a taste of your wine
Describing the intoxicating effect of the beloved's presence, using wine as a metaphor for their essence.
And I'll be shooting toward the moon
Expressing a heightened emotional state, reaching for the metaphorical "moon" in the pursuit of the beloved.
But I'm already boozed up
Admitting to being already under the influence of emotions, possibly indicating vulnerability.
Lost in your love
Summing up the overwhelming feeling of being immersed in the love of the speaker.
I got lost in your love
Reiterating the experience of being lost in the profound emotions of the beloved.
I got lost in your love
Repeating the sentiment to emphasize the depth of being captivated by the beloved.
Now a crush is just a crush
Downplaying the significance of a crush by highlighting the profound impact of true love.
I got lost in your love
Confirming the intensity of being consumed by the powerful emotions of the beloved.
Won't you lay me down real slow
Inviting a slow and intimate moment, expressing a desire for a deeper connection.
Cause it's spinning all too fast
Reflecting on the rapid passage of time, possibly in the context of a fleeting youth.
My youth is getting tired
Noting the weariness of youth, suggesting a desire for more meaningful experiences.
Of entertaining me with my past
Acknowledging a sense of fatigue with past experiences, seeking something more substantial.
And you hear my troubles, baby
Attributing understanding and empathy to the beloved, who listens to the speaker's troubles.
Like they're your favorite songs
Comparing the speaker's troubles to favorite songs, indicating a special connection with the beloved.
But you ain't been singing lately
Noting the absence of singing, suggesting a change or challenge in the relationship.
Cause none of those troubles belong
Indicating that the troubles discussed no longer pertain to the beloved, signaling growth or resolution.
I got lost in your love
Reaffirming the theme of being lost in the profound emotions of the beloved.
I got lost in your love
Repeating the sentiment for emphasis, emphasizing the all-encompassing nature of love.
And I don't need to know how come
Expressing contentment with being lost in love without the need for explanations.
I got lost in your love
Reiterating the acceptance of being consumed by the overwhelming emotions of the beloved.
Look up the sun is still shining
Encouraging a positive perspective, suggesting brightness despite challenges.
Here on your moon, I ain't lonesome
Affirming the idea that being with the beloved eliminates feelings of loneliness.
Look up the sun is still shining
Repeating the theme of positivity, emphasizing the enduring nature of the beloved's presence.
Baby, you're all that I want so
Expressing the exclusive desire for the beloved, portraying them as everything the speaker wants.
Look up the sun is still shining
Reiterating the positive perspective and dispelling feelings of loneliness in the beloved's presence.
Here on your moon, I ain't lonesome
Reaffirming the enduring brightness and the completeness found in the beloved.
Look up the sun is still shining
Emphasizing the ongoing positivity and the all-encompassing desire for the beloved.
Baby, you're all that I want so
Repeating the exclusive and fulfilled desire for the beloved, reinforcing their importance.
I got lost in your love
Concluding the expression of being lost in the profound love and emotions of the beloved.
I got lost in your love
Final repetition to leave a lasting impression of the speaker's deep emotional involvement.
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