T-Shirt

T-shirt, nothing else

She holds me from behind

Gold light through the kitchen window

I could get used to this life

I think I might

Mmm, I think I might, yeah

'Cause we can move out of the city

Oh girl, we could build us a home

I know you don't like all this concrete

We'll find us some green of our own, yeah, uh

She don't like the planes

That fly over our bed

I've gotta get her somewhere she can fly again

'Cause we can move out of the city

Oh girl, we could build us a home

I know you don't like all this concrete

We'll find us some green of our own, uh

Somewhere

Somewhere, ooh, yeah

Somewhere

Somewhere, somewhere

Uh, somewhere

Somewhere

Somewhere, ooh

With you, with me

Somewhere

Somewhere we can breathe