Burnt Canvas

(mmmmm-mmm) Rain on the windowpane again

Waiting for the morning fog to clear

Lost inside a quiet street in Bristol

Wishing you were standing near

But the storm is building deep inside our minds

Heavy patterns that we left behind (oh-oh-oh)

Walking down the lane at midnight

Underneath the amber glow

Speaking words in quiet whispers

That only we could know

But the storm is building deep inside our minds

Heavy patterns that we left behind (oh-oh-oh)

Lost in Bristol fog...

(yeah,

mmmmm)