Matt Howard - Guitar, Backup Guitar, Vocals, Tamborine, Shaker.
Brian Watson - Recording.
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Thirty thousand feet above the ground
Light shining all around
But I can't seem to find how
To get your smile out of my mind
The seven wonders can't compare
With your beauty so fair
Everything about you wild
My favorite color is your smile
Temperature says its twenty-three below
I can't seem to find a way to be cold
With thoughts of you running through my mind.
I can't wait to return to those shores
Stand bare feet in the sand
Watch the sun fade away
With your hand in mine
Temperature says its twenty-three below
I can't seem to find a way to be cold
With thoughts of you running through my mind.
Temperature says its twenty-three below
I can't seem to find a way to be cold
With thoughts of you running through my mind.
We'll run without any shoes
We will act like fools
We'll skip across those California shores
And watch everyone fade away
Temperature says its twenty-three below
I can't seem to find a way to be cold
With thoughts of you running through my mind.
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