The Angel call’s her something else
In the mirror she can’t see
As if she knew she could be with someone else
But instead she’s hanging out with me
She must be the definition of something sweet
Because without I her can’t eat or sleep
I guess you’ve heard those words a million times before
this time they mean so much more
Attraction can be found, near by the ocean
Destroying it when we are young
Killing all pieces we find
Love will tumble down
Near by the ocean