. . I'm standing in the dark. She's dancing on the table. Looking through the glass. She's someone else's angel. It may sound stupid that I'm wanting you back. But I'm wanting you back, girl. And now
standing in the dark. She’s dancing on the table. I’m looking through the glass. She’s someone else’s angel. It may sound stupid that I'm wanting you back. But I'm wanting you back, girl. And now I’m
. Counting cracks along the pavement. To see you face to face. Thinking about the conversation. I know I’m not one to change. I’ve never wanted nothing more. But as I walk up to your door. Standing in the dark