ight rays never stop spending their days bouncing off her in the right ways. They hit my eyes and the world goes hazy. Brain says, "Listen up, we gotta move." Body navigates the whole room. We're trading smiles and the words are forming, forming
So tell me, how much of you disappears when I turn the lights off?
Not exactly what I meant to say but it'll do It's a valid question for you If I strip away the fashion, what do we get? Eyes closed, how about we have a day undistracted by the light rays? I want to see if I can find you minus the style and the hair and the make-up
So tell me, how much disappears when I turn the lights off?