Lyrics In the Fog, in the Flame - Bec Sandridge

In the Fog, in the Flame

I know but I won’t break, no
I want you and all the city lights
For it tells you, I know winds can change good hearts
I wonder if I’ll make you mine
I know you know it’s not all kind
Where you work days I’m on the other side
A good thing will take good time
I wonder if you’ll ever make you mind
Here comes that feeling, of little stains
In my heart, in my hands
And as the season starts to change
We’re in the fog, in the flame
We’re in the fog, in the flame
I know what I’m calling on, I know
You’re black and blue, just 'cause your feeling down
You pick and choose, it’s alright
I wonder when your love run dry
I wonder when you found it
Because I feel the little stains
In my heart, in my hands
And as the season starts to change…
Here comes that feeling, little stains
In my heart, in my hands
Here comes that feeling
Back again…
We’re in the fog, in the flame
We’re in the fog, in the flame
Here comes that feeling of little stains
In my heart, in my hands
And as the season starts to change…