My mind is a warrior,
My heart is a foreigner,
My eyes are the color of red like the sunset,
Never keep it bottled up,
Left to the hands of the foreigner,
Be a true heart not a follower,
We're not done yet now,
I see it in your movements and I,
If we can ever do this right,
I'm never gonna let you down,
Oh I'll never let you down,
Now keep it on the down low
And I'll keep you around so ill know,
That ill never let you down,
I'll never let you down.

Your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down,
Your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down

Your eyes are a river filler,
This drink is a liver killer,
Your chest is a pillow for my weary head to lay to rest again,
Your body is my ballpoint pen

And your mind is my new best friend,
Your eyes are my mirror to take me to the edge again,
Now I see it in your movements,
And I, if we should ever do this right,
I'm never gonna let you down,
Oh ill never let you down,
We'll keep it on the down low
And I'll keep you around so I'll know,
That I'll never let you down,
I'll never let you down

Your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down

Your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down

Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
And I'll never let you down
Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
And I'll never let you down
Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
And I'll never let you down
Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now,
And I'll never let you down

'Cause your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down

Your strumming on my heart strings
Like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground
And never ever let you down,

Writer : SHEERAN, ED / CONLON, ROBERT / UPPAL, SUKHDEEP
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC