Lyrics Crowded Love - Baasch, Y (BOKKA)

Crowded Love

Crowded Love
Empty streets
Random nights
Fantasies
Limbo
Glassy eyes
Instant food
Pink champagne
Way too much
A bit too late
Cross the line
Someone else
Limbo
Could you leave?
Corridor
Empty streets
Maybe it’s out there
Maybe it wasn’t my fault
Maybe it’s something I was meant for
Maybe it’s my way
Maybe I had no choice
Maybe it’s something I was meant for/x2
I was meant for something more…