Held like summer
In your hands
I was lost
In the city
The crowded streets
A cave of roses
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving by
Held like summer
In your hand
Drunk on wine
And poor prose
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving by
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving by
What's wrong, he said
The loneliness of love
You take, I give
And drown it all in alcohol
What's wrong, he said
The loneliness of love
I try to find
Where you end and I begin
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving by
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving
Traffic would
Keep moving by
I felt like I
Could lay down and die
Traffic would
Keep moving
Traffic would
Keep moving
Traffic would
Keep moving by