Picking out the stars

I shouldn't say it but I'm starting to think I care 

I've had a drink, you probably think my judgement is impaired

And it's getting late now, and we're a long way from our homes

Before you leave, before you grieve, there's one thing you should know

When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms

Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart

When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms

Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart 

beating

Suddenly I'm standing on a treetop up so high 

And all the songs, and all the poems, suddenly they're right

And I'm dumbfounded by the breaths of your self control

But I don't care 'cause you're here, and you and I both know

When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms 

Oh when you hold me, yeah I'm picking out the stars

When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms

Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart 

beating

Oh when you hold me, hold me in your arms

Hold me, I can feel your heart 

Hold me, when you hold me in your arms 

Hold me, I can feel your heart 

When you hold me, hold me in your arms

Oh when you hold me, I can feel your heart

Oh when you hold me, when you hold me in your arms 

Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart 

beating