Lyrics View - Peter Thomas

View

If I could learn to fly
I’d take a trip to your house tonight
I’d see you turn out the light, stuck on the outside
Over the boulevard
I guess old habits die kinda hard
But something about the dark makes me wonder
What’s it like for you, there with someone new?
Do they like the view I used to have?
What’s it like for you, there with someone new?
Do they like the view I used to have?
Remember you used to say
You’d make it to me, even if it takes
Two nights and twenty states, counting the headlights
I’m nervous about your heart
I guess old habits die kinda hard
But something about the dark makes me wonder
What’s it like for you, there with someone new?
Do they like the view I used to have?
What’s it like for you, there with someone new?
Do they like the view I used to have?