There's a call for you coming from the French Riviera
It's cold out there in December, come home when you feel better
Saw a glitter in a coal mine, I thought I had mistaken
Tell the space that I'm saving, hurry up now we're waiting
Oh
Do you haunt me? Do you, love?
Oh
Do you haunt me? Do you, love?
To the garden in my head saying life's not meant to be easy
What's the point barely in breathing? Strangers digging for reasons
Putting my faith in some kind of constellation
Deep diving conversations, knowing I'll never change them (ah)
Oh
Do you haunt me? Do you, love?
Oh
Do you haunt me? Do you, love?
Do you haunt me? Do you, love?
Oh
