With You

We spoke for hours before we met

I knew your voice like the back of my hand

I'd rather go back to the past

Cuz I'm a ghost these days

No longer last

I'd rather let go of all I have

Cuz my dreams have more colours

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

We lost the hours where we lay

In old hotel rooms across the bay

I'd rather make life out of that

But it's a fantasy I couldn't trust

I'd rather retrace steps we made

Cuz my dreams have more colours

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you