Miss your hair
I like the way you stare into my eyes
Most of the time
The way you touch me´s like the curse that can’t be broken

But it hurts
Most of the time

And if there was a place that I had to choose
Or a memory, that faith, that I cannot lose
If there was a place that I could call home
Before I die, you oughta know
It´d be in your arms tonight

The green in your eyes
Are like the leaves in the summer
And it changes with the weather
The pink in your cheeks
When you slightly lose your temper
Makes me love you even more

And if there was a place that I had to choose
Or a memory, that faith, that I cannot lose

If there was a place that I could call home
Before I die, you oughta know
It´d be in your arms tonight
It’d be in your arms tonight