V A E L O R A - Feels Bright

Your hand on mine; that little shy smile at the red stop sign.
I don't need much, just your name on my lips and that small,
Soft spark when your fingers brush my wrist.
I tried to play it safe,
You made that hard to do; my heart got loud the second it found you.
I want you close, I want you close—girl,
You know you got me, you got me.
I want you close, I want you close; stay in my arms,