Blue Hour

Driving Through the streets I walked Not a cold ride On a bus before dawn Being inside With too much time to think Remembering you And the times you jumped the gate back there At the time I couldn't see where we'd be Aah Aah Aah I can see it Could I be losing my breath? Not another reason To find myself weak again I can see it Could I be losing my breath? Not another reason To find myself weak again Aah Aah Aah