Bandits (feat. Oscar Lang)

I'll call in favours

You call the cabs

Babe you seem tired and that makes me sad

Reflections of you

In trains going south

You watch your moods and I'll watch my mouth

Drive through the quiet

Three towns a week

When I kiss your neck

Do your knees go weak?

Because I'm a slave

To the way that I feel

When you touch my face

I know that I'm real

I wanna make a home for you in me

I'll be somewhere safe that you can be

I wanna make a home for me in you

And We could do whatever bandits do

We'll keep on moving

From place to place

I'll make a home in the lines of your face

We've got a future

Its just out of view

But i almost see it looking at you

Drive through the quiet

Three towns a week

When I kiss your neck

Do your knees go weak?

Because I'm a slave

To the way that i feel

When you touch my face

I know that I'm real

I wanna make a home for you in me

Ill be somewhere safe that you can be

I wanna make a home for me in you

We could do whatever bandits do