Chills

Written by：Phillipa Brown/Scott Hoffman

You make a mountain pale you make me tremble inside

You're starting fires and you're giving me giving me chills

And all the people around they know that you wear a crown

You're starting fires and you're giving me giving me chills

Maybe I should have known how to comprehend

This is love this is love

This is everything

Maybe I should have known what I'll see in the end

This is love this is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

Another place in time another broken rhyme

To make you understand you're giving me giving me chills

And now that you've been around you know that you'll make a sound

You're starting fires and you're giving me giving me chills

Maybe I should have known how to comprehend

This is love this is love

This is everything

Maybe I should have known what I'll see in the end

This is love this is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

Maybe I should have known how to comprehend

This is love this is love

This is everything

Maybe I should have known what I'll see in the end

This is love this is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything

This is love

This is love

This is everything