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)