Sense Of Sound - Sambassadeur

Weave your fingers in mine

Put your thoughts on the line

You say it’s sad we can’t be

All that we’re capable to see

And the thoughts that I’ve had

Oh, you wouldn’t believe me

They would keep you awake

Forever believe me

She knows it’s a lie

The clouds are too high

But for a minute she believed

She couldn’t be deceived

Now and then in the past

A sense of being there at last

I thought it would stay through the years

But I lost it without tears

I know it’s a lie

The clouds are too high

But for a minute I believed

I couldn’t be deceived

When the river takes control

It leaves you stranded on the shore

But I can leave anytime

With your fingers on my mind