Letras:Edie Brickell. Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars. Now.

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Your mouth is red -- I'm picturing it in my head
I'm picturing you smile at me
I want you to be with me NOW
Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging down
I'm picturing it falling 'round those big brown eyes
I wanna be with you NOW
You're much more that this -- a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze that's circling me NOW
Your face is bright -- I'm picturing it every night
I'm picturing you when I sleep
I can keep you with me that way
& your heart is mine -- I think about you all the time
I can hear you say to me that you wanna be with me
NOW
You're much more that this -- a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze that's circlin' me
NOW