Midway

(альбом: Psychic Reader - 2015)

Sitting in the backseat on a Saturday night
Places racing past me spitting halogen light
I wish that you would ask me if I'm feeling alright
The shadows you were casting nearly swallowed the night

But God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you

Midway between the end and the start
I cried like a baby, I tore you apart
Midway between the end and the start
I cried like a baby, I tore you apart

I knew that I'd leave you by the middle of June
You touched me on my shoulder blade, soft like a tomb
I wanna hear you tell me you don't know what you'll do
The words you were not saying nearly filled up the room

But God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you
God, I could have kissed you

Midway between the end and the start
I cried like a baby, I tore you apart
Midway between the end and the start
I cried like a baby, I tore you apart

Leave me where you found me
Leave me where you found me
Leave me where you found me
Leave me