The Senses.
My heart, it pounds
Just for your own
My heart, it pounds
From the way our friendship's grown
My skin, it feels
The way you hold
My skin, it feels
Arms keeping out the cold
My eyes, they see
A boy I heart
My eyes, they see
A man of incredible art
My ears, they hear
A voice full of sweet
My ears, they hear
A voice I long to meet
My heart, it pounds
Just for your own
My heart, it pounds
For something new to grow.
Just for your own
My heart, it pounds
From the way our friendship's grown
My skin, it feels
The way you hold
My skin, it feels
Arms keeping out the cold
My eyes, they see
A boy I heart
My eyes, they see
A man of incredible art
My ears, they hear
A voice full of sweet
My ears, they hear
A voice I long to meet
My heart, it pounds
Just for your own
My heart, it pounds
For something new to grow.