Little League. Through Our Ears... Through Our Hearts. Calling Dr. Kramer. Zeneszám

Sitting on the edge of my bed, just got up to hold my head in my hands. If I look back I just might wake you up and tell you just how good you look in your sleep. And I remember what you said...you said you say it in your head. My chest was beating...beating red. It can only get better from here. Swallow down all our fears. Show them what we have inside.. because finding you was just a part of life. You look right through my eyes... This blue room is heaven to me. And my chest, still beating red