10 acessos
I lost my way on a trip meant for two
We left our hearts in a suitcase, unused
High above chicago
I’ll be home tomorrow
Flight patterns fight ‘gainst the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?
First steps and first words while i was away
Always believed that they’d get you to stay
I was in chicago
You were gone tomorrow
Flight patterns fight ‘gainst the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?