The truth

The truth - carla morrison

Its true
You've gathered my blues
I've lost all my senses
Responsible you

Im lost in your eyes
Its your beautiful smile
I can't hesitate
When thoughts come around

Chorus

Yes its true
Its you
I want to come home
Every night and love you

Yes its true
Its only you
I want to grow old
And have babies with you

Its true
Confessions to do
My feelings are growing
They are pointing at you

Im lost in my mind
But this is no surprise
Your presence so haunting
It has given me signs