Fumbling For the Light

Darling, please pick up the phone and tell me where you are
Smoking all the cigarettes and waiting in the dark
Autumn starts, we lighten up the path we walked at night
Winter clouds are over now and nothing feels right
Cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light
For a clearer view on this cold and wasted night
I remember summer days with nothing else to do
Sneak in into mountain ice and lay around with you
Now the theatres round here are boarded up and closed
When I ask you where you’re at you never seem to know
Cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light
For a clearer view on this cold and wasted night
(Bridge)
The thunder breaks on every day
Like it’s yarning to be free
I feel you in this empty room
You feel me
Cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light
For a clearer view on this cold and wasted night