David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
David Fonseca
Standing with my feet in the cement
Driving through a red brick wall
Running into you by accident
Suddenly it breaks my fall
The beating of the drums, it sounds so loud, loud
Loud enough so I find my way to you
So easy that it's hard when we go apart, part
Part of me just goes away with you
I wonder what my life would turn into
With you...
Digging in a hole around my head
Out of tune with my own soul
Kept collecting skulls under my bed
Out of nowhere you came along
The beating of the drums, it sounds so loud, loud
Loud enough so I'll find my way to you
To the slighest smile I can't believe I'm caught, lost
Caught with every little thing you do
I wonder what my life would turn into
Well I keep falling into you
Keep falling, keep falling
Ooh, the beating of the drums, it sounds so wild, wild
Wild enough so I find my way to you
So easy that it's hard when we go apart, part
Part of me just goes away with you
To the slighest smile I can't believe I'm caught, lost
I'm caught with every little thing you do
I wonder what my life would turn into
Oh with you...