Spin a little Motown, watch the record go around,
Red wine, paper cup Friday,
Slow dancing on the patio
Bonfire, backyard, hands moving in the dark,
Leaning into every move I make.
Let this go where it’s gonna go 

Chorus:
Your lips, my skin
Heating up, giving in
We’re all trip wires and cherry bombs
3, 2, 1, yeah we’re taking off
So high, full moon 
Night ends too soon
I could get as close as you want me to
I could fall, I could fall into you

You and that heartbeat, make a damn mess of me,
Dizzy like I’m spinning in circles,
You could be my sweet addiction
Move this show inside, add a little candlelight,
We could make a habit of burnin
Burnin down the weekend


Fall into you, into you, fall into…