James Marriott - Car Lights (Official Audio)

Bitter Tongues is available on all streaming platforms: https://ingrv.es/bitter-tongues-1qq-u Written by James Marriott, Aleksi Kiiskinen, Eeli Savolainen Produced by James Marriott, Aleksi Kiiskinen Mastered by Svante Forsback Animation by Scivious Lyrics: Why am I here? Could you come instead? I’m ten good miles, out of my depth Some more fake smiles, I’ll just nod my head For one small glimpse, of your breath Stained shirts and cigarettes I failed again, tried my best Forget my fears, ignore all my frets Just lay your mind, on my chest You seem like that kind of guy To play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring, through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right But I’m in your garden again, until it’s 4 Conversations have started, what could this be? Don’t you be so startled, that I wanted more I could answer your troubles if you let me in I’d stay out here for longer but it’s just too cold And with nowhere to hide us, it won’t come true A call for the finish before we get old And you sicken the tone with where you’ve been You seem like that kind of guy To play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring, through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well I feel like I’m falling for someone I feel like I’m falling for someone I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well I feel like I’m falling for someone I feel like I’m falling for someone else You can hold my hand In a crowded place But just hold me close And hope that they don’t see my face Why don’t you come right here Let’s see how you taste Then just hold me close And hope that they don’t see my face You seem like that kind of guy To play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring, through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so