Plans (feat. David Baron) کے بول

Keep your hands on the wheel And your mind in the game The order of time Switched up on you again It’s too late to turnaround You’re too nervous to sleep You sit by the road And weep We were never lovers Lost souls with plans The shape of your face is burned in my hands When the day steals the light You fall into the night Not helpless or cruel, just home You’re closer every day To finding your star Grown weary of the road, travelled too far We were never lovers Lost souls with plans The shape of your face is burned in my hands Hold me, dear Hold me We were never lovers Lost souls with plans The shape of your face is burned in my hands No, we’ll never be lovers And we’ll never have plans But tonight, we’ll pretend