Crush’n
JESSICA NANCY SMYTH, LLOYD MACDONALD
(You're listening to Mac Wetha)
I know I make him nervous
When he's fiddling his thumbs
Sun rises in the east but
The morning's still to come
Young hours of the day and we're
Talking about the weeks years on
Whilst we're lying in the sheets
There's only so much i can do
To make your love come true
To make your love come true
There's only so much i can say
For it to come my way
To make you come my way
Platonic but it's sonic and I
Love him all the same
My eyes are feeling heavy
But I try to stay awake
Just to hear his voice soft
Calling out into the air
Never wanna leave lost dreaming
When he's near
There's only so much i can do
To make your love come true
To make your love come true
There's only so much I can say
For it to come my way
To make you come my way