Kto:
with
Joshua Rhodes
Gdzie:
Sweet Home
Opis:
"Fell into your arms"
Wieczór po porannym spięciu #3
Verse 1
Smoke in the lights and a trumpet crying low
Friday night heat in the heart of New Orleans
She sang like a storm rolling over the bayou
Gold in her voice and heat in her veins
He came for a drink with a handful of strangers
Fresh from a world of white coats and control
Didn’t know fate wore a crooked smile that evening
Waiting to knock him out of his role
Verse 2
Song faded out and the crowd spilled to the bar
She jumped from the stage like she’d done a thousand times
Missed one step, laughing at fate in the moment
And landed straight into his arms
Eyes met slow like a match in the darkness
Somewhere a trumpet bent into the night
She said “Baby, you better keep holding me steady”
He said “I might just hold on a while”
Chorus
We were just sparks in a Bourbon Street midnight
Two strangers dancing with trouble and wine
You said you'd catch me if I ever fell again
I said “Then darling, don't stand far from the line”
One night turned into the edge of forever
Jazz in the air and the city awake
Some loves begin like a beautiful accident
Some hearts just fall when they break
Verse 3
Drinks turned to laughter, the laughter to walking
Neon and river and streets without sleep
Sunrise was painting the roofs of the Quarter
While promises nobody meant to keep
Coffee and eggs in a corner café
Morning light tangled in curls on her face
He said goodbye like a man with a future
She kissed him slow like she'd stolen his place
Bridge
Funny how love starts reckless and easy
Funny how time makes the wild things slow
He built a home out of careful intentions
She kept the fire he'd never outgrow
Final Chorus
We were just sparks in a Bourbon Street midnight
Two broken rhythms learning to rhyme
You said you'd catch me if I ever fell again
I said “Then doctor… I'm falling this time”
One night turned into a story still playing
Soft through the years like an old saxophone
Some loves begin like a beautiful accident
Some hearts just know they are home