Birds are circling above. They're called back to a waiting glove. Oh, why don't they fly away?. Surely they'd have guessed by now. There is no gun to shoot them down.
I don't know if you're ready to go. Where I'm willing to take you girl. I will feel every inch of your skin. And you know I can rock your world. . Imma be the calm in the storm you're looking for.