Tempelhof - Huntly

Could I spend every day

Rolling high with this girl

I could die with this girl

We’d fall deep down into any kind of bed

We probably wouldn’t need one

These two hands

Drive their way through

Smokes rolling over

Till we’re spitting it all out

With your head in my hands

It’s stuff deep down

We’re trying to blink out

The summer in her eyes

When she’s pedalling arms outstretched

She flies

And somehow

It’s not mortality anymore

I’m living too hard

With the girl that I adore

We’re each other’s precious metals

It’s burning up my heart

It’s safe to close my eyes

Blow them open when we part

These two hands

Drive their way through

Smokes rolling over

Could I spend every day

Rolling high with this girl

I could die with this girl

We’d fall deep down into any kind of bed

We probably wouldn’t need one, need one, need one, need one

These two hands, these two hands

These two hands, these two hands

These two hands

(Till we’re spitting it all out)

These two hands

(With your head in my hands)

(It's stuff deep down)

These two hands

(Till we’re spitting it all out)

These two hands

(With your head in my hands)

(It's stuff deep down)

These two hands

(Till we’re spitting it all out)

These two hands

(With your head in my hands)

(It's stuff deep down)

These two hands

(Till we’re spitting it all out)

These two hands

(With your head in my hands)

(It's stuff deep down)

Speak

Come on, speak, come on, speak

Come on, speak, come on, speak

I divine that I’ll be your saviour

(Come on, speak)

So I wrote a song in your name uh

(Come on, speak)

I divine that I’ll be your saviour

(Come on, speak)

So I wrote a song in your name uh

I divine that I’ll be your saviour

(Come on, speak)

So I wrote a song in your name uh

(Come on, speak)

I divine that I’ll be your saviour

(Come on, speak)

So I wrote a song in your name uh