Letras
Like a, big hill
Pretty nice
Like, you just feel the wind on your face, and
Street lights
Burn my eyelids
I could only rest my head on you
Counting colours
On your jacket
Sight is failing, breath is shorter too
And every man who came before me
Knows what's coming after me
Standing there in the corner
Waiting for the moment I can breathe
Then I breathe
It's then I breathe
And I just like the energy it brings, you know?
But every man who came before me
Knows what's coming after me
The early light of the morning
Words that only come to me in dreams
Try to call it
But I know what's coming after me
Standing there on the corner
Waiting for the moment I can breathe
Then I'll breathe
Then I'll breathe
Do I know you?
Do I know you?
Do I know you?