Songtext von Warming Up

In the thirteenth row of a garden grove A lady learns to sleep While surrounded, now where all the flowers grow Otherwise an empty orchard street She is dreaming of her holiday From a working class menagerie And her hands are cold Unimaginable How shes warming up to me Oh she was I'm a passerby in a promise land And I face no direction Oh in a state somewhere between the towns of lost and found In the state of confusion Showed our dreaming is pure wonderment But our feelings are no accident If a heart is cold it won't forever be, Cause she's warming up to loving me Fate is not a mission Its an unconditional high When I saw you in the garden You reminded me I can see the stars on your shoulders now And what the wind and your skin have in common In my town, well if feels as though I'm above the ground You keep inviting me to go down Are you warming up Are you burning up Warming up to love Are you warming up to loving