I'm distracted in this place

by the way your lips take shape

when you talk of being inspired by something

and I walk you through the snow

reluctant to let you go

it's a long ride home to somebody else



So maybe you're just pieces of a feeling I've recreated.

Something I've always wanted, but never really needed.



We're a little unwell

like Watergate, we're a hush hush don't tell

that's just bound to be found out.

You're my favorite sin

and you keep letting me in

a beautiful song that I can't seem to live without.



I love how you relate 

and how you touch my face

when we say goodnight in front of your house.



So maybe you're just fragments of a feeling I forgot to remember

Something to keep me warm in the early days of December.



We're a little unwell

like Watergate, we're a hush hush don't tell

that's just bound to be found out.

You're my favorite sin

and you keep letting me in

a beautiful song that I can't seem to live without.



So play on and I'll listen

i've succumb to surrender

I'm tired of fighting with myself.

Flash on? Keep steady.

We'll be a picture to remember

I'm giving in to somebody else.

Can't keep my hands to myself.