Thomas Azier

If she could only feel what I feel now I would never feel apart But if Love is just not good enough

She's on the run Yellow flowers in her hair The pressure is gone 'Cause she's got only the

Call him the siren of the citylight Luring the boys into the after life Ready to sing you a seductive

We're fire, when we make love again Don't you know, it's never over We try but then we are miles

The white - oak is waiting for the cut Caked in flour, hair dyed blonde All he ever wanted was to dance with

I came down from the mountain Counting the hours I barely sleep Watching the nights grow Watching the

Angelene where could you be, the skin on my chest feels so warm I've been gone since the morning sun,

To low to love you, somebody to hold, somebody to care for, And I will go back to the old ones I used

Ghostcity, stay if you wanna; believe me, why don't we leave this town, can you see it now? Your lips suicide red,

She could never be closer, And ever closer than tales can tell, But I can feel, She could never be closer,

For all I know it looks different now This is my home, this is my home All the windows look different now