LEARN LYRICS

The night bleeds between my hands

You stay

Pack your bags, go away tomorrow

And you tell me no

There's no going back

And I believe it

And when you were hurting how I ran, ooh

Four in the morning, short of breath

I don't fly over this city anymore

The streets, the houses and your records in the car

You don't live in this city anymore

The nights are only band-aids on the soul

While I lose myself in your hands

You vanish

The room is full of pretty lines

And you tell me no

There's no going back

And I don't believe it

But when you were hurting how I ran, ooh

Four in the morning and a broken heart

I don't fly over this city anymore

The streets, the houses and your records in the car

You don't live in this city anymore

The nights are only band-aids on the soul

Maybe now we're just two crumbs on the couch

While you throw me far away

You also throw away a bit of yourself

I don't fly over this city anymore

The streets, the houses and your records in the car

You don't live in this city anymore

The nights are only band-aids on the soul