It's a quarter past midnight On the street where you're roaming With
The scent of your cigarette The scent of a love so cold (cruel?
) There's an empty bar And I'm twisting all
Through the night But every time we touch...
All that's left is Night blooming jasmine & the songs that are
Leading me home All that's left is night blooming jasmine & the scent
Of your cigarette It's a quarter past midnight On the street where I
Go With a shape of your silhouette Cuz you never left my mind In that
Empty bar We were pacing all through
The night Still everytime we touch...
All that's left is night blooming jasmine &the songs that are leading
Me home All that's left is night
Blooming jasmine & the shape of your silhouette
