Lyrics
You ash your cigarette under a summer sun
You discard your cigarette under the sun of a summer day.
Asking me if I ever thought this day would come
Asking if I anticipated this moment.
Your golden flyaways trapped in between your lips
Your strands of golden hair stuck amidst your lips.
A question forms on mine and I try to forget
I ponder a question but attempt to push it away.
Try to forget
Trying to erase it from my mind.
Could I be falling for her?
Wondering if I'm developing feelings for her.
Could I be wishing on a star or is this her?
Contemplating if I'm hoping for something special or if she's the one.
Am I dreaming now?
Questioning if I'm in a dream-like state.
Lightning in a bottle, yeah I think it's her
Suggesting that the feeling I'm experiencing is unique and exceptional like capturing lightning in a bottle.
I think it's her
Reiterating the uniqueness and significance of this feeling.
Kissing in the shadows of green after dark
Sharing intimate moments under the cover of night in nature.
Steaming up the windows in the back of my car
Creating steam on car windows through passion.
Your droning pace, like poetry
Describing your rhythmic movement as if it were poetic.
You'd read it all the time if you were me
If you were me, you'd appreciate this rhythm as much as I do.
If you were me
Emphasizing the relatability of experiencing these emotions.
Could I be falling for her?
Revisiting the query about feelings for her.
Could I be wishing on a star or is this her?
Repeating the contemplation if she holds a special place.
Am I dreaming now?
Questioning the reality of the situation.
Lightning in a bottle, yeah I think it's her
Reasserting the exceptional and unique nature of the feeling.
I think it's her
Stressing the extraordinary nature of the sentiment.
Sweet like a clementine, sultry sigh to say goodnight
Comparing her sweetness to that of a clementine, bidding a tender goodnight.
I'll come back, back again
Assuring a return without hesitation.
And this time I won't think twice
Promising a swift return without doubts.
Could I be falling for her?
Returning to the question of developing affection for her.
Could I be wishing on a star or is this her?
Reiterating the pondering if she's the one or holds a special place.
Am I dreaming now?
Reiterating the questioning of the reality of the situation.
Lightning in a bottle, yeah I think it's her
Reaffirming the exceptional and unique nature of the sentiment.
I think it's her
Restating the belief that she holds a special significance.
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