Catch My Breath - Circa Waves

I lost my head

Over you, over me I count the things I said

At the golden age of twenty-three

I try to catch my breath

I try to say a lot of things

My mind is crystal clear

And a hundred tales appear to fall

If I was at I try to catch my breath

I try to say a lot of things

So I, I lost my head

Over you, over me