I feel your love like a punch in the heart,
but everytime your near i'm back to the start.
Time keeps making a mess of me
I'm like a rusted old boat lost out at sea.
Cold wind blows hard of me.
But I hear your ghost, calling me.
Calling from the shore for you to carry me home,
I hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home.
The wheels keep taking me back to your street where I would press you againt the bonnet just to feel your heat.
Where I would press you againt the bonnet just to keep our heat.
Cold wind blows hard on me,
and I hear your ghost calling me.
Calling from the shore for you to carry me home,
I hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home.
I feel your love like a punch in the heart,
but everytime your near i'm back to the start.
But the wheels keep taking me back to your street,
where I would press you against the bonnet just to feel your heat.
Where I would press you against the bonnet just to keep out heat.

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