Lyrics margs - Yot Club

margs

Last night I thought the end was near
My eyes kept closing as im trying to steer
And I know there’s nothing back at home
But the wait on High is way too long
So
I turn around head back to the cove
To find something I can make on my own
But everything defeats the mood
So shameless how the thoughts they move
Their way back to
The person that I know so well