I miss feeling fun, Love was easier when we were young I miss your hands, your hands on me The way they used to touch me I miss to feel real Oh god I almost forgot how it feels I need to find my way back home and I need
I need to go, I need to win my love back I need to find my hidden heart and attack! I need to know that we are more than side by side when the fear, the cold fear kicks in I need to go, I need to win my love back I need to find my hidden heart and attack! I need to know that we are more than lovers when the storm comes and baby the storm will come It will come, it will come It will come, it will come It will come
I miss you and me The dreams, the hopes, the way we could be I miss to believe In something more than egos and greed I miss to be clean The city, the pressure gets to me This is my last chance and I need
I need to go, I need to win my love back I need to find my hidden heart and attack! I need to know that we are more than side by side when the fear, the cold fear kicks in I need to go, I need to win my love back I need to find my hidden heart and attack! I need to know that we are more than lovers when the storm comes and baby the storm will come It will come, it will come It will come, it will come