You're tenderly whispering that it's too late to go home
No point of return, you better turn of your phone
I'm silently leaning in, it's not too late to leave now
But you don't want me to go, so come on in
Burn the bridges, feel the fire
We still try to hide the things that we feel
It all feels so real
But we know it's surreal
There's something inside my head
That keeps on turning, spinning round
Don't know how to get down
I'm falling under your skin
Can I hold on to you?
Even if you're tumbling too
Let's give up, to give in
Come on in
Burn the bridges, feel the fire
We still try to hide the things that we feel
It all feels so real
But we know it's surreal
