Between the Trees. Spain. Story of a Boy. Zeneszám

I was in love or at least I thought I was
I had that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach
When my fingers started tingling every time we kissed

But the problem wasn't kissing
It was that it happened much too often
Neither of us whoa no, the best was made
For part and this broke my heart

But the pain had to heal and I had to get back up
If she was for real I know she's worth the fuss

This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
And the man he becomes

Which led me to a life of love and never in-lovable
I would leave affection was the only connection
I could make with those I used

But I gotta take this heart and make it change for the better
By letting go of her I'm moving on
Darling look out below 'cause there's a lot to let go

But pain had to heal and I had to get back up
'Cause if she was for real I know she's worth the fuss

This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up

She tells me I'm her only one and loves the man that I've become
Despite the boy I was
And all at once this tip toward love is bigger than the both of us
And greater than life's greatest rush

This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of a boy who grows up
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
And the man he becomes

This is the story of a boy who fell in love
This is the story of the man he becomes