My pockets are empty

Our bodies naked

I fall asleep to your hands

And dream of our faces

And all the things that we said

This world we created

Has never been in our hands

Were subject to fate

And all the plans that it has

If I'm ever leaving, I want you right where I am

If you ever need it id give you all that I have

It's more than a feeling

Infatuation at best

It's more than a feeling