What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blueWhen you’re feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I’d give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don’t fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you

One of my favourite sound by Norah Jones. Her songs are sweet, beautiful, addictive and last not least, dangerous.

My warning to others is, do not ever listen to Norah Jones while driving! Well, every time I hit something or did something to make the condition of my beloved car worse, is during the time that I listen to Norah Jones while driving. I get addicted with the romanticism of listening to those kind of songs while driving to get a better mood. However, I realised that Indonesia is the last place to accomplish that sort of romanticism (of course, with the wild roads full of impolite angkot drivers and Machiavellian motorbikes..), unlike the condition overseas where the the roads are wide with only  a few cars (very little amount of motorbikes and they would probably be Harleys, and afterall no angkot!!). So since the case I hit an angkot, Norah Jones is practically banned from my car’s CD player..

Another reason why Norah Jones’ songs are dangerous is that they can easily turn on your romantic mood.. I’m the kind of person who need a lot of efforts into liking someone, but I’m a Pisces so deep inside I have this sensitivity and romanticism inside me (hahahah, like anyone would believe that! but that’s true!).. It is annoying to get my romantic mode on, it just makes me want to hug my most beloved  and biggest teddy bear (the orange one I got for my 18th bday) and being nostalgic. It makes me remembering old lovers, stories and stupidities.. not very productive is it? (thank god I don’t do that kind of thing very often) But hey, I guess everyone does that once in a while…

Another one of my favourite songs by Norah Jones

What did you say?
I know I saw you singing
But my ears won’t stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
What did you say?End of the day
The hour hand has spun
But before the night is done
I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody

All your love
Is a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
‘Till it could fit on the head of a pin

Come on in
Did you have a hard time sleeping
‘Cause the heavy moon was keeping me awake
And all I know is I’m just glad to see you again

See my Love
Like a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
And then you appear

What did you say?
I know what you were singing
But my ears won’t stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
And just simple melody

I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody
I just wanna hear
Those sweet words…