Symptoms of You

There's a good kind of pain;
An insane kind of sane
When I'm around you.

There's a chill in the heat.
I feel the sky at my feet,
Cuz I adore you.
I can't ignore you.

Symptoms of you.

There's a left kind of right.
There's a blind kind of sight
Looking at you.

There's no light in the moon,
And it's winter in June,
When I'm without you.

I'm not ill.
I don't need to take a pill
To fix what you do.
Cure can come though,
Cuz baby all I do is suffer from
The symptoms of you.

And it trips me off my feet.
I think I'm falling in too deep.
Do you , feel it too?