My head is stuck in the clouds.
She begs me to come down,
says, “Boy, quit foolin’ around.”
I told her, “I love the view up here,
warm sun and wind in my ear.
We’ll watch the world from above
as it turns to the rhythm of love.”

We may only have tonight,
but till the mornin’ sun,
you’re mine, all mine.
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love.

Well, my heart beats like a drum,
a guitar string to the strum,
a beautiful song to be sung.
She’s got
blue eyes deep like the sea
that roll back when she’s lauging at me.
She rises up like the tide
the moment her lips meet mine.

We may only have tonight,
but till the mornin’ sun,
you’re mine, all mine.
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love.

When the moon is low,
we can dance in slow motion.
And all your tears
will subside,
All your tears will dry.

ba ba (ba ba) ba ba (ba ba)
ba ba (ba ba) ba ba (ba ba)
da da da dum da da dum
ba ba (ba ba) ba ba (ba ba)
ba ba (ba ba) ba ba (ba ba)
da da da dum da da dum

And long after I’ve gone,
you’ll still be humming along,
and I will keep you in my mind,
the way you make love so fine.

We may only have tonight,
but till the mornin’ sun,
you’re mine, all mine.
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love.
Oh, play the music low
and sway to the rhythm of love.
Yeah, sway to the rhythm of love.
~Plain White T’s