King - These Things lyrics

Drawing on a lip stained cigarette While nervously You play with your St. Christopher The wind blows us around the car We drive down country lanes Film scores blur with the speed These things that you do These things that you say These things are all that I adore Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes Exhausted Our heads spin with wine and plans The pictures you paint Becaome the landscape of my heart And although other may not see These things that you do These things that you say These things are all that I adore These things are these things are these things are All that I adore These things that you do These things that you say These things are all that I adore