Late nights talking bout the little
Things that keep your mind
Preoccupied
It's 3 a.m. but my bedroom
Light's still shining bright
Should I write a song about
Your freckles or the way your
Eyes line up with mine, oh my
I know I'm young but I've got
A heart of gold and I'll show you
If you'd like
Just place your palm into mine Makes me feel larger than life
Should I write a song about
Your smile or the color of
Your hair that I don't know
I wanna tell you that I love
You but you won't show
Are you halfway round the
World or right next door
Oh and how do you take my
Breath away, when I've never
Even seen your face
Well I'm writing songs for Someone I don't know
I'm writing songs for someone
Late nights walking by the trees On the side of your house
The summer air, a gentle breeze
My favorite color on your Blouse
Should I write a song about the
Way you blow the hair out of
Your face when you can't see
I know I'm poor, that I'm a fool
But I'll be great at lovin' you
Just wrap your arms around
My chest and I'll try to make
You love me too
Should I write a song about the Way that you whisper in my
Ear, like I don't know
I wanna tell you that I love
You but you won't show
Are you halfway round the
World or right next door
Oh and how do you take my
Breath away, when I've never
Even seen your face
Well I'm writing songs for Someone I don't know
I'm writing songs for someone
Where are you, where are you now
(Where are you now)
Where are you, where are you now
I wanna tell you that I love
You but you won't show
Are you halfway round the
World or right next door
Oh and how do you take my
Breath away, when I've never
Even seen your face
Well I'm writing songs for Someone I don't know
I'm writing songs for someone