...when your feet are leaving the ground.

Slip into your skin, and spend the night, and get out mine. Walking the streets in dark, where lamps are the sunshine for the trees... oh, for the trees. 'Cause everybody needs somebody to hold them down, when your feet are leaving the ground... leaving the ground. Be the blanket for my bones, be a place that I call home. Slipped into your skin and spent the night, 'cause I feel like a different man - I feel it when I’m with you.

When I’m with you.

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