Crowded Love - Baasch, Y (BOKKA)

Crowded Love

Empty streets

Random nights

Fantasies

Limbo

Glassy eyes

Instant food

Pink champagne

Way too much

A bit too late

Cross the line

Someone else

Limbo

Could you leave?

Corridor

Empty streets

Maybe it’s out there

Maybe it wasn’t my fault

Maybe it’s something I was meant for

Maybe it’s my way

Maybe I had no choice

Maybe it’s something I was meant for/x2

I was meant for something more…