I should be in bed, shouldn't I?
But I can't with knowing that somewhere, you're awake, wide eyed and probably chilly.
Can you feel the crescent moon watching over you?
Do you feel the way I miss you all those miles away?
Come back, come back, come back.
Before she takes you away from me again.
Because this time I'm not letting go.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
I should be in bed, shouldn't I?
But I can't with knowing that somewhere, you're awake, wide eyed and probably chilly.
Can you feel the crescent moon watching over you?
Do you feel the way I miss you all those miles away?
Come back, come back, come back.
Before she takes you away from me again.
Because this time I'm not letting go.
