A Million Lights
(Verse)
I'm wondering how
We feel through
Got a little too much in my head
Like I miss you
Each passing light
Reminds me
Nothing could lift me from the dark
'Til I found you
And every day goes
Running with the same flow
But there's always something washed away
(Chorus)
I don't know how
We feel through
Got a little too much in my head
Like I miss you
A millions lights behind you
I'm a little too much in the dark
Here without you
(Verse)
No one leaning on me
Nothing here to hold me
Moving where I choose alone
Rolling so free
There's nothing here to stop me
Filling up my head with me and you
(Chorus)
I don't know how
We feel through
Got a little too much in my head
Like I miss you
A millions lights behind you
I'm a little too much in the dark
When I can't see you
(Verse)
No telling where the future floats
But before it goes
You and me you know we've got to try
Before the chance flies
Honey this is our time
Don't be wanna lose it fools
And out in the cold
Watch your life pass by
(Chorus)
Don't tell me how
We feel through
Got a little too much in my head
Like I miss you
A millions lights behind you
I'm a little too much in the dark
Here without you
(Outro)
A millions lights
Behind you
I'm a little too lost in the dark
'Til I find you
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