Album: Tourist
The sun got stuck, as it's making it's way back down,
We find ourselves, in a familiar part of town
And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And ill take you there with me
My head crashed down, and conditioned myself to sleep,
The great night out, that will continue to the end of the week
And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And ill take you there with me
It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine
It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine
So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And I'll take you there with me