There's some kind of light
At the end
When touching the edge of her skin
(Edge of her skin)

Once so hard to speak now so easy to play around
Catching your eye you know
That eye that slapped you in your face
Calls you a puppy
Well, how do you say I was hypnotized
Hypnotized

My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile

Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin and touching the edge of her skin

Could you be the one that's not afraid to look me in the eye?
I swear I would collapse if I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky

My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile

Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin and touching the edge of her skin

There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin and touching the edge of her skin

It's the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin

It's the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin

There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin and touching the edge of her skin

There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin and touching the edge of her skin

Wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, oh, oh, ah
Wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, oh
Wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, oh, oh, ah
Wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, oh

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Writer(s): JUSTIN S FURSTENFELD, WILLIAM MATTHEW NOVESKEY