| Song | The Way You Move Me |
| Artist | Gretchen Peters |
| Album | Circus Girl: The Best of Gretchen Peters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| it’s something like grace | |
| the way you look at me | |
| kinda like you see me | |
| in my finest hour | |
| it’s something like church | |
| the way it’s supposed to be | |
| when I get down on my knees and feel the power | |
| it’s kinda like a wildfire | |
| burnin’ up the mountainside | |
| it’s kinda like a freight train | |
| comin’ off the track | |
| it’s kinda like a freefall | |
| the way i feel inside | |
| when there ain’t no turning back | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i’ll never understand the way you move me | |
| you left your words | |
| all across my memory | |
| you left your mark | |
| like a burning brand | |
| you left your fingerprints | |
| all over me | |
| and now you’re everywhere i am | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i’ll never understand the way you move me |
| it' s something like grace | |
| the way you look at me | |
| kinda like you see me | |
| in my finest hour | |
| it' s something like church | |
| the way it' s supposed to be | |
| when I get down on my knees and feel the power | |
| it' s kinda like a wildfire | |
| burnin' up the mountainside | |
| it' s kinda like a freight train | |
| comin' off the track | |
| it' s kinda like a freefall | |
| the way i feel inside | |
| when there ain' t no turning back | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i' ll never understand the way you move me | |
| you left your words | |
| all across my memory | |
| you left your mark | |
| like a burning brand | |
| you left your fingerprints | |
| all over me | |
| and now you' re everywhere i am | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i' ll never understand the way you move me |
| it' s something like grace | |
| the way you look at me | |
| kinda like you see me | |
| in my finest hour | |
| it' s something like church | |
| the way it' s supposed to be | |
| when I get down on my knees and feel the power | |
| it' s kinda like a wildfire | |
| burnin' up the mountainside | |
| it' s kinda like a freight train | |
| comin' off the track | |
| it' s kinda like a freefall | |
| the way i feel inside | |
| when there ain' t no turning back | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i' ll never understand the way you move me | |
| you left your words | |
| all across my memory | |
| you left your mark | |
| like a burning brand | |
| you left your fingerprints | |
| all over me | |
| and now you' re everywhere i am | |
| if i cried a thousand tears | |
| if i lived a thousand years | |
| i could never find a way to make you see | |
| i' ll never understand the way you move me |