Fyfe

If I call out, will you find me In the desert, in the desert Made mistakes but they're behind me Do you call this my just deserts Some are mothers, some are fathers In the desert, in this desert If I call out, will you find me This world would paint

It's getting late I'm on my way with you Feel the world upon me, though You ran away So wide it say Pillow talk away with you Though I close my eyes They still unsure where. These conversations in my head Settle down and leave me to rest I'm playing

Waiting on those tables in sunny St. Tropez Look out to the water When you turn and you say 'take me home' Is this not home, dear? Take me home, it's not our home here. And I won't fight a little bit There's nothing to lose We'll leave these shores D

Holding On-Fyfe I missed your call, it's raining here The light in Amsterdam is fading dear I can't tear these hotel rooms apart I thought I heard you calling up my name Climbing ups on Michael's tower again And it seems like we're two worlds apart T

In this moment No-one is pulling me down into the ground In this moment No-one is pulling me down into the ground I can't help it if I'm happy I can't help it if I'm happy not to be sad 'Cause when you walk in the room I see things that I can't under

Living isn't easy, when you've been free and it's taken away I will lay my head down, until some sense has been found. I'm hardly known in the neighbourhood But I can't help feeling like I've been misunderstood. Right to my bones, yes my sinew shook,