Bloom

by The Paper Kites

In the morning when I wake

And the sun is coming through,

Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,

And you fill my head with you.

Shall I write it in a letter?

Shall I try to get it down?

Oh, you fill my head with pieces

Of a song I can't get out.

Can I be close to you?

Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh (simile).

Can I be close to you?

Ooh, ooh.

Can I take it to a morning

Where the fields are painted gold

And the trees are filled with memories

Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down,

And the day is almost through,

Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,

But my world is you.

Can I be close to you?

(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

Can I be close to you?

(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

*whistling*

Can I be close to you?

(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

Can I be close to you?

(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

Can I be close to you?

Ooh, ooh...

STUPID FEELINGS