I came strolling in on a Friday night.
The air was warm and the moon was bright,
and darling, you looked just right,
but it just wasn’t the time.
I hardly knew your name,
and as to mine, you could say the same,
but had we known we’d feel this way
I just might have stayed.
‘Cause you, you are the morning sky.
Shed some light, bring me to life.
She looks like summer and smells like champagne,
I can’t believe what I’m getting into again.
“I’ll be the drizzle to your hurricane,
and if I have it my way you’ll remember my name.”
Please quiet down, we are the only ones awake,
and I don’t think you understand just what’s at stake.
I know a way to keep those lips tight,
but just so we’re clear, it involves mine.
She looks like summer and smells like champagne,
I can’t believe what I’m getting into again.
“I’ll be the drizzle to your hurricane,
and if I have it my way you’ll remember my name.”
So baby doll, just take each day
as another promise that I’m never going away.
I’ll be the pill that takes your pain,
and with a dash of nostalgia, you’re screaming my name.