Been a long night
Show me something beautiful
Im craving something
Need your touch
Cant stop thinking about us i feel your ghost in the morning seems like i hear you calling
When the sun goes down and its pouring on me girl i think of you
I know my accent is foreign
But i hate being forgotten
Could we ever be more then a memory in my phone
Seven, eight weeks
Its been a while now
I feel your ghost in the morning seems like i hear you calling
When the sun goes down and its pouring on me girl i think of you
I know my accent is foreign
But i hate being forgotten
Could we ever be more then a memory in my phone