Correction Lyrics Windswept, Underslept And Supercharged by Wil Wagner

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I'm a young man pleading in a foreign language
To a tall yellow building's small silver intercom
Someone answers back in either German or Spanish
I say, "I'm sorry, I know the number, forgot what floor she lives on"
I'm filled with nostalgia by your elevator
I get déjà vu just from looking at you
It's a rose-coloured montage from a 1983
Heartwarming but obvious romantic comedy

And I am struck dumb
Standing in the kitchen
Got it all figured out
But in a way that's still approachable
The exact right amount
Of tension and friction
Bump around the room
And the excitement is palpable

Sunbaked all day in the backyard
We spent all night just staring at each other
Unkempt sitting in your friend's car
Windswept, underslept and supercharged
Got that loving feeling back
Like a positive panic attack
Your friends all know who I am
But they seem to understand

You make me laugh, you make laugh
You really make me laugh
Snorts and chuckles from my belly
We smoke wet pot in the bath
My head's shaking with the trouble that you and I could make
If that's the step that we decide we will take tonight
To live an extraordinary life or to die trying
An ordinary life or to die trying
An ordinary life or to die trying
Die trying

I wake up while you're asleep
Whisper guitar on the balcony
But the subtle synchronicities
And the cheekiness of secrecy
And I had been resigned to celibacy
And I can't play this thing quietly
I wanna wake up this whole apartment building
I just wanna sing

I am struck dumb
Standing in the kitchen
You've got it all figured out
But in this way that's still approachable
The perfect amount of tension
The perfect amount of friction
You're asleep in the next room
The energy is palpable

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