Corinne Bailey Rae

He's a real live wire
He's the best of his kind
Wait till you see those eyes
He dresses like this different scene
He'll kiss you make you feel sixteen
What's it even mean?
Are you here
Are you here
Are you here, cause my heart recalls that
It all seems the same
It all feels the same
Pick me up
It's hard to recall the taste of summer
When everywhere around, the chill of winter
It gets so far away
Are you here
And he comes to lay me down in a garden of tuberose's