Flying Over Bus Stops - Athlete, Steve Roberts, Tim Wanstall

I belong with your arms wrapped around my neck

Your lips glistening in the light

I’ve seen headlights passing by

Hold the thought

I hold the thought

Walking back towards your house

Rain drops bouncing off the leaves

Down to our September kiss

Flying over bus stops and playgrounds

I’m here soaked right to the core

I’ll stay here forever

I’m safe with you

If all the words I ever wrote

On the back of envelopes

I could fold into paper planes

I could fly them through your veins

Helicopters overhead

Wide awake at 3am

Now the ink runs to your heart

And you know just how I feel

Flying over bus stops and playgrounds

I’m here soaked right to the core

I’ll stay here forever

I’m safe with you

Flying over bus stops and playgrounds

I’m here soaked right to the core

I’ll stay here forever

I’m safe with you

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…

And it’s gotta be here…