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Sweet Things

by Lonely Benson

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It’s not the red wine, though it flows
That makes it feel right
Or the room in the glow
Of dim candle light

It’s me next to you
All through the night
That’s making me crazy
I’m losing my mind

I keep dreaming of sweet things
I wish you would orchestrate
A sinfonia concertante, babe
Let’s make our debut
It might be some kinda fuck up
Pulling me in closer to ya, babe
But I can hear the music that we’ll make
When I lock into you

It’s not the sway of the band
That’s making me swoon
Or the horn Bobby blows
That’s filling the room

It’s my vision of you
That’s pulling me through
Into every next moment
Where even time feels new

I keep dreaming of sweet things
I wish you would orchestrate
A sinfonia concertante, babe
Let’s make our debut
You got me some kinda love struck
Pulling me in closer to ya, babe
Imagining the music that we’ll make
When I lock into you

I keep dreaming of sweet things
I wish you would orchestrate
A sinfonia concertante, babe
Let’s make our debut
It might be some kinda fuck up
Pulling me in closer to ya, babe
But I can hear the music that we’ll make
When I lock into you
When I lock into you

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released April 12, 2024

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