There we stand and our hands slipped away from eachother.
We as pretending ones during our last sunset.
Would you stay untill your dreams have become your radio?
Patiently waiting for the slightest breeze to take you home again?
nd you will never be the first one, to see us together has its faults.
And I will be waiting down your window,
because I don't want to leave it all,
I don't want to leave it all.
You got me screaming;
insecure descents are coming up to what you've always dreamed of,
So long my dear old heart.
So curious and forced to know what's right or wrong.
Distracted by the drug which name is yours too.
Aren't we obviously exhausted?