The Most Songtext
von Jon Troast
The Most Songtext
Well I love the first part of the last part of the day
When things begin to close
′Cause I know there's one place that′s open all night long
And I love you the most
I love sleeping in, and pillows, pajamas and bathrobes
And fans spinning on the ceiling
I love scrambled eggs, and pancakes, brown sugar on my toast
But I love you the most
Well I can't stand being so far away from you
So I guess there's one thing I need to do
I need to find a way for you and I to always be close
′Cause I love you the most
I love sunny days with lots of rain and puddles for paper boats
And watching the March wind take my kite up to the blue
I love open roads, and city streets, and highways down the coast
But I love you the most
Well I can′t stand being so far away from you
So I guess there's one thing I need to do
I need to find a way for you and I to always be close
′Cause I love you the most
I love the nightlife, and dancing, meeting up with old friends
And talking about the old, old days
I love staying home, the lights down low, making stories of our own
'Cause I love you, yes I love you, will you love me the most
When things begin to close
′Cause I know there's one place that′s open all night long
And I love you the most
I love sleeping in, and pillows, pajamas and bathrobes
And fans spinning on the ceiling
I love scrambled eggs, and pancakes, brown sugar on my toast
But I love you the most
Well I can't stand being so far away from you
So I guess there's one thing I need to do
I need to find a way for you and I to always be close
′Cause I love you the most
I love sunny days with lots of rain and puddles for paper boats
And watching the March wind take my kite up to the blue
I love open roads, and city streets, and highways down the coast
But I love you the most
Well I can′t stand being so far away from you
So I guess there's one thing I need to do
I need to find a way for you and I to always be close
′Cause I love you the most
I love the nightlife, and dancing, meeting up with old friends
And talking about the old, old days
I love staying home, the lights down low, making stories of our own
'Cause I love you, yes I love you, will you love me the most
Writer(s): Jon Troast Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

