I Could Get Used to You

White turns into grey and I
Begin to think of you
As more than I am
And I think you're cool.

Cause You got a thing I could get used to
You turn me one just as you are
Whatever you are I could get into
I could get used to you.

World's collide like blue and green
Do, sometimes when I dream of you
And I think you're cool.

Last night I saw you in the broken glass of my mind
Ten thousand sunny skies appeared