Maeve
Miles King
Lately
I prefer something warm
You call me baby
Bring the world to the floor
Tell me where you came from
And what took you so long
You have me smiling to myself
Writing this song
And I
Would like to see you fly
Don't question why
It'll always make you cry
We'll have an old fashioned car with some plants in the window
Mark my words
And a place you crochet by the fire when it snows
Mark my words
Tell life to hold its horses
We've got what we need
What a wonderful thing
To set your mind at ease
And I
Would like to see you fly
Don't question why
It'll always make you cry