Surreal

You're tenderly whispering that it's too
Late to go home no point of return
You better turn of your phone
I'm silently leaning in
It's not too late to leave now
But you don't want me to go, so come on in

Burn the bridges, feel the fire
We still try to hide the things that we feel
It all feels so real
But we know it's surreal

There's something inside my head
That keeps on turning, spinning round
Don't know how to get down
I'm falling under your skin

Can I hold on to you?
Even if you're tumbling too
Let's give up, to give in come on in

Burn the bridges, feel the fire
We still try to hide the things that we feel
It all feels so real
But we know it's surreal