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Sitting in the park on a Sunday afterglow,
Trying not to say it, but the spark pulls through.
I can’t quench the hope—I feel it start to grow,
Like morning in your eyes, and it’s you, it’s you.
Where do we go, what happens now…
I don’t understand this feeling, but it’s love somehow.
Where do we go, what’s next now…
I don’t understand this feeling, but it’s love somehow.
Yes, it’s love somehow.
Walking the trail, on lakeside’s beautiful view,
The day is still so young, yet I’m coming through.
all these pictures paint a feeling true,
every quiet moment leads me to you.
If the road gets quiet, I’ll still hear your song,
Even when the night comes down, turning shadows slow.
Hold my hand through the thunder, don’t let go—
‘Cause my whole world tilts toward you wherever we go.
