Bare Feet

I search through windows for something cozy

A yellow light or a bookcase sat just right

I do it every night.

Maybe I'm tired of the suitcase living

Maybe the faces of strangers don't excite me

anymore... 

 

Ooooh this aching heart is

ooooh it's breaking apart

I can't fake it anymore

I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.

 

I've found my fair share of blind romantics

They all seem pretty with no real consequence

'til my heart's in my hands

I want a door with a lock and a handle

a kitchen sink and a floor that creaks just right

and someone to say goodnight, goodnight to me.

 

Ooooh this aching heart is

ooooh it's breaking apart

I can't fake it anymore

I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.

 

Maybe in the hotel light

a stranger's face can seem familiar

actions taken out of sight

can seem wise... in the meantime. 

 

Oooh... 

 

Ooooh this aching heart is

ooooh it's breaking apart

I can't fake it anymore

I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.

Words and music by Alfa Garcia (BMI). Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

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