Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
wondering how I could get so deep,
and you could still get sleep.
In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air,
but I can't hide that i relied on you,
like yellow does on blue.

And you're my
good feeling.
I'm kneeling.
Inside a room
she paints me blue.
And you are
my reason
for breathing.
Inside a room
she paints me blue again.

Atlanta started raining on me,
and teenage love was underground.
Tonight I'll break the surface.
Atlanta started raining on me,
but no young girl was claiming me,
or naming me.
And destiny gets nervous.

And you're my
good feeling.
I'm kneeling.
Inside a room
she paints me blue.
And you are
my reason
for breathing.
Inside a room
she paints me blue again.

Atlanta started raining on me, on me.
Atlanta started raining on me, on me...