La in August - Chad Valley

I gather my things

And head out the window for, oh

Straight to your house

You’re lying awake and oh, oh-oh, yeah

Somebody’s in trouble

Why am I to blame?

I don’t know what gives you this role

Let it be, I said it could be us

I ran up the stairs

To find you electrified, oh

I want it to stay

The same as it always was, yeah

You’re the kind of girl I need though

Just got to make it so

Girl I’ve been wanting something more so

It goes

It goes, it goes

And I know why