Spells

Sometimes I wonder, if I tried my best
Could I lead you astray?
Spells at night should fill these arms
Take a breath of that city air
Soak its charms into your lungs
And think of me
I know there’s something to it
The? at the door
I know I slipped
I’m going through the floor
Woah, I know there’s something to it
He’s going
He’s going to the floor
Most nights I wonder, if I tried my best
Would you be here to stay?
Such a small
I’ll shoot for the top
With all of my heart
And I’ll never go on
Spells of evening hang like vines
From the open skies
Oh, I know there’s something to it
These spells
Should pull me right up to your door, woah
Woah, like there’s nothing to it
I’m going
I’m going to the floor
Through you adore
You should
Wait here for me
Run for the light that swims inside the pavement
From different angles, you’re changing it too much
You get off that train, don’t you leave me missing, oh
Where are you?