America - Petite Meller

L’amour, l’amour

America

L’amour, l’amour

America

And you can feel it growing

On my skin and burning up inside of me

Where all the things you’ve did and said and done

Have basically just disagreed

Would you believe in something

That your mama told you you could never be

Cause probably she could’ve wanted

Didn’t notice what we almost did

But it’s something I can’t explain

Looking what nobody’s saying

When the world can’t heal my pain

There’s no one only

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America

Way up high, you and I

We’re gonna make it happen

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America

L’amour, l’amour

America

L’amour, l’amour

America

How can you tell me what it’s like to travel

If you’re not a part of me

I appreciated those dreams you had

That basically just disappeared

But it’s something I can’t explain

Looking what nobody’s saying

When the world can’t heal my pain

Words go

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America

Way up high, you and I

We’re gonna make it happen

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America

We’re going to-

America

We’re going to-

America

We’re going to-

America

We’re going to-

We’re leaving

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America

Way up high, you and I

We’re gonna make it happen

We don’t look back

Longing for

We’re gonna go to America