Category: Group Therapy

It’s a quarter past midnight
On the street where you’re roaming
With the scent of your cigarette
The scent of a love so cold
And I’m twisting all through the night
But every time we touch
All that’s left is night blooming jasmine and the songs that are leading me home
All that’s left is night blooming jasmine and the scent of your cigarette

It’s a quarter past midnight
On the street where I go
With a shape of your silhouette
Cos you never left my mind In that empty bar
We were pacing all through the night
Still everytime we touch
All that’s left is night blooming jasmine and the songs that are leading me home
All that’s left is night blooming jasmine and the shape of your silhouette