Letra da Música: Nothin´but the weather - The Maybees

You lie there so pretty in your green sweater, I coludn´t tell you how I loved to see your charming glasses.
So I have talked about nothing but the weather and it was cold.
Now give thanks to God, to myself or whomever.
You take the best of me among apathic common feelings.
I have to tell you this is no ordinary passion, I long to hold you.
That is all that I want to do.
Your may read my soul over and over but that wouldn´t save it from being true.
Why is there the need in us to depend on the others?
There must be more people than love stories.
But still we talk as we were friends or maybe lovers, still it´s so helpless.
You treat me nice and I can´t forget you, but I´m not sure if I could ever love you less.
Here in my heart your name is tattoed ever.
Colud I love you less?
That is all that I want from you, be yourself.
You may read my soul over and over but that wouldn´t save it from being true.