From dreams I've seen you before.

You make me want to sing about love every time I raise my head. You make me want to tell the whole world what I've found is good.

Then they say:
Slow..
Slow this right down,
don't burn it out,
don't let it show..
Slow..
Oh, but my heart is racing
to hold your gaze and
let it go.

Rumer- slow