Quick Hands 歌词

Quick hands, light wood Seems I'm working late again I can't hold her Caught up my life Trying to make things better So I can hold her Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter Could it be this wine Or she on my mind Darling when your home, I get a little brighter We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters Nothing that matters Moments of our lives Stay with me while I'm gone And my bed's colder So late nights I call home Things can't get much better Then my hands hold hers Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter Could it be this wine Or she on my mind Darling when your home, I get a little brighter We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter Could it be this wine Or she on my mind Darling when your home, I get a little brighter We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters