[crowd bleed] [Female lead, spoken] I wonder if i can get someone out here to do this duet with me [crowd cheers] [male lead, spoken] Im ready, lets get it [female lead spoken] Ohh there you are Ok you guys this song is called "Talking to you", and its fucking beautiful. (Ha ha ha) [crowd cheers] [VERSE 1] You ask why I laugh? because talking to you makes me nervous. If nerves were a pool, I’d high-dive, belly-flop, embarrass myself to look cool. You make my heart knock like a busted metronome; I try not to let it show. But when I speak, I bury the truth under jokes, don’t wanna let you know. It’s the kind of jitter that flips to jokes, coat chain in humor’s coat, Laughing at the fact my timing’s late, a late bloomer with a stubborn throat. I’m shy, you probably don’t know it, I’m just a girl who trips on words. But when your eyes find mine, all my sentences become birds. [chorus] Talking to you makes me nervous, yeah it’s that simple, it’s that true. Talking to you makes me nervous, my hands don’t know what to do. Talking to you makes me nervous, I grin like I’m avoiding truth. Talking to you makes me nervous, baby, it’s the honest kind of proof. [verse 2] I can’t look too long, my heart will lace up boots and sprint a mile, As i write this verse, I’m blushing ink on paper, I’d say it plain, if not for style. I’d rather stumble through a compliment than risk you thinking twice, So I dress my feelings in a punchline and hand you a smile for a prize. [verse] Talking to you makes me nervous in a chaotic, calm parade, Like if Five Finger Death Punch covered a Wes Lee serenade. You turn my chest into a carnival, bright, loud, and under spell, When your gaze lands, I can’t be clever... I’m a castaway who fell [chorus]. Talking to you makes me nervous (‘cause I’m afraid to lose) Talking to you makes me nervous (I blush before I choose.) Talking to you makes me nervous (it’s funny, gentle, sharp as truth.) Talking to you makes me nervous (I’d be lucky to remind you every day, in sooth.) [harmonica solo] [verse] Being around you makes me nervous My hands hide like they’ve got secrets, I’ve never been this giddy before; Small confessions left. We’re sitting on the floor, legs brushing Testing tension like a wire; The room hums, the drum slows, The bass becomes confession’s choir.
