sarahlee

when you're stoned baby, and I am drunk
and we make love, it seems a little desolate
it's hard sometimes not to look away
and think: what's the point?
when I'm having to hold this fire down
I think I'll explode, If I can't feel this free now

if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best thing I would love to do for you
instead you will be missing me when I go
'cause I'm bored of hanging out in your cold

when I feel loved baby, I join the road
and the world moves with me
when I feel lost I just slip away
silently, quietly take my things and go
and think: what's the point?
think where's the hope we're coming home?