I miss feeling fun,
Love was easier when we were young
I miss your hands, your hands on me
The way they used to touch me
I miss to feel real
Oh god I almost forgot how it feels
I need to find my way back home and I need
I need to go, I need to win my love back
I need to find my hidden heart and attack!
I need to know that we are more than side by side when the fear,
the cold fear kicks in
I need to go, I need to win my love back
I need to find my hidden heart and attack!
I need to know that we are more than lovers
when the storm comes and baby the storm will come
It will come, it will come
It will come, it will come It will come
I miss you and me
The dreams, the hopes, the way we could be
I miss to believe
In something more than egos and greed
I miss to be clean
The city, the pressure gets to me
This is my last chance and I need
I need to go, I need to win my love back
I need to find my hidden heart and attack!
I need to know that we are more than side by side when the fear,
the cold fear kicks in
I need to go, I need to win my love back
I need to find my hidden heart and attack!
I need to know that we are more than lovers
when the storm comes and baby the storm will come
It will come, it will come
It will come, it will come