Count the coins in the palm of my hand

I hope that it’s enough,
Drawing lines in the dirt like it’s sand

We were made rough

Educated but not rich
We will make it
And that s it
Names are not on the door

That’s not what were here for

We came here to dance

Fell in love with my hands in the sky,

Reaching high for the city life,

Couldn’t stop it like a luillbaby,
Pull me in just for tonight

Educated but not rich
We will make it
And that s it
Names are not on the door

That’s not what were here for

We came here to dance

We came here to dance

We came here to dance

Love is foolish in so many ways,
Leaves the heart bruised then fades away,

Until we find someone to take away the pain,

But I’m still reminded of you in so many ways

So this is a song to remember those happy days,
To fly above the clouds and let our inhibitions slip away.
It get’s a bad press when it leaves so many hearts bruised,

But, when you find it’s there, there’s nothing you can do.

But love x3

So this is a song to remember those happy days,
To fly above the clouds and let our inhibitions slip away.
It get’s a bad press when it leaves so many hearts bruised,

But, when you find it’s there, there’s nothing you can do.

But love x3

Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do but love them

Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do but love them

So this is a song to remember those happy days,
To fly above the clouds and let our inhibitions slip away.
It get’s a bad press when it leaves so many hearts bruised,

But, when you find it’s there, there’s nothing you can do.

So this is a song to remember those happy days,
To fly above the clouds and let our inhibitions slip away.
It get’s a bad press when it leaves so many hearts bruised,

But, when you find it’s there, there’s nothing you can do.