Eleven - miss kittin

　　You whisper in my ear, words are never hurt

　　Do they really exist, or am I out of order?

　　And if he shows up here, just the way I prefer

　　You’re giving me a tear, like you never give up

　　Climbing on your thoughts to heaven

　　We don’t have to talk, we are even

　　Catch me if you can, need a rope

　　On a scale of ten, we are eleven

　　We are eleven

　　We are eleven

　　We are eleven

　　Now we are floating here, hours after hours

　　Nothing interferes, erasing past and future

　　My only question is, where were you before?

　　Sweet dreams are made of this, it doesn’t matter anymore

　　Climbing on your thoughts to heaven

　　We don’t have to talk, we are even

　　Catch me if you can, need a rope

　　On a scale of ten, we are eleven

　　We are eleven

　　We are eleven

　　We are eleven