A Matter Of Degrees
The touch of your hand on my back
They way I feel sometimes
The warm glow of the streetlights at 4 am
Clean pillowcases
The smell after an April thunder storm
That way you look at me
A cool breeze in summertime
Pineapple rings
Having a pint in a crowded pub
Eighty-eight black and white
Knowing you're thinking of me
A day to ourselves
My favourite song on the radio
The pictures on my wall
Having a secret to share with you
Bending down to lift her up
This place in my head where I keep thoughts of you
Laughing together
These things I can't do without
It's not an absolute
It's a matter of degrees.
They way I feel sometimes
The warm glow of the streetlights at 4 am
Clean pillowcases
The smell after an April thunder storm
That way you look at me
A cool breeze in summertime
Pineapple rings
Having a pint in a crowded pub
Eighty-eight black and white
Knowing you're thinking of me
A day to ourselves
My favourite song on the radio
The pictures on my wall
Having a secret to share with you
Bending down to lift her up
This place in my head where I keep thoughts of you
Laughing together
These things I can't do without
It's not an absolute
It's a matter of degrees.
I let my fingers do the talking... solving the problems of the world...
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