The Love Language - This Room Songtexte

Swing low sweet chariot
This room's been way too hot
With all our friends
Again that way
They come inside
Of a thing that escaped through the morning

I can't blame them
I'll be on my way
On my way

And any time
You need a hand
Don't remind me
'Cause we've already landed the fall

Waking up it's morning after all