I wish that I could hop on a plane
One more missed call
And I'm going insane
I tried to write about how I felt
Sang you a song that I'll send you today
Whisper in my ear instead
Wish that I could hear it first hand
Don't want no
Slow motion rides
Hotel homes
Chasing the highs
Laying low
Here and now is all we have
Sweep me off my feet with your breath
This is as close as we get
Was hoping to find
Some peace of mind
Scattered my thoughts
Into thousands of miles
But I dream myself
Back to your door
What's left of me now
Is a ghost in a storm
Slow motion rides
Hotel homes
Chasing the highs
Laying low
Here and now is all we have
Sweep me off my feet with your breath
This is as close as we get
