Breathing Soft and Low - The Clientele

But tonight we have no time

So come closer close your eyes

& my fingertips

Reaching out touch your lips

Flood my heart with nothing else but light

Calling from this payphone

Tired & blind

Spinning like a coin through an unlit mind

Have I wasted all my time

Chasing ghosts & butterflies

But my fingertips

Reaching out to touch your lips

Flood my heart with nothing else but light

If the garden stirs with wind

A train is passing by

If there is no railway here

There is one in my mind

I’ve got so much hate inside my heart tonight