Your hands around my waist
I'm at fever-pitch
Least that's the way that I remember it
Your gaze trained on my face
How do I keep you looking at me that way
My hands around your waist
You're at fever-pitch
Least that's the way that I remember it
My gaze trained on your fingertips
How do I let this slip away?
I'll keep the fires burning
I'll wait here safe at home
I won't give myself away
And I can't let go
credits
from Last Call,
released February 1, 2009
Music & Lyrics by Olga Nunes
A new record from Sondre Lerche is packed full of big hooks, bigger feelings, and twinkly instrumentation more minimalist than baroque. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2020