All Time Low

I was dreamin' we were running from a city burning down, down, down.
Made a break, a new escape, and let the world crash, down, down, down.
Now there's a piece of me,
Tells me I shouldn't leave,
Everytime I see your face.
Because your the type,
You come around,
Love you take my breath away.
And I just wanna breathe until I take you in.
I never want you to leave until I take you in.
(But the truth is...)
She has no idea,
That I'm even here.
She has no idea,
That I'm even here.
Get a grip, slip and trip, oh the clumsy carries words, words, words.
Paper-thin fingerprints on a softly spoken verse, verse, verse.
Now there's so much of me,
Tells me not to leave,
Everytime I see your face.
Because your the type,
You come around,
Love you take my breath away.