Courtside - Tim Atlas, Vacations

You walk into a room

Like you’re burning down the West Coast

And I can’t find

What’s left of my mind

You danced, you drank cheap wine

And spilled it on your red coat

But you laughed it off

You don’t even blush

Wanna wake up by you

With a courtside view

You’re out of my league

But you’re in my room

Don’t let me let go

Don’t let me let go

Wanna wake up by you

With a courtside view

You’re out of my league

But you’re in my room

Don’t let me let go

Don’t let me let go

Tequila on my lips

Suddenly I’m tongue-tied

And I can’t find

What’s left of my mind

I swore love off since I turned 16

I wanna hold you and tear at the seams

If you’re down

If you’re down, down, down

Wanna wake up by you

With a courtside view

You’re out of my league

But you’re in my room

Don’t let me let go

Don’t let me let go

Wanna wake up by you

With a courtside view

You’re out of my league

But you’re in my room

Don’t let me let go

Don’t let me let go

Wanna wake up by you

With a courtside view