In the Fog, in the Flame - Bec Sandridge

I know but I won’t break, no

I want you and all the city lights

For it tells you, I know winds can change good hearts

I wonder if I’ll make you mine

I know you know it’s not all kind

Where you work days I’m on the other side

A good thing will take good time

I wonder if you’ll ever make you mind

Here comes that feeling, of little stains

In my heart, in my hands

And as the season starts to change

We’re in the fog, in the flame

We’re in the fog, in the flame

I know what I’m calling on, I know

You’re black and blue, just 'cause your feeling down

You pick and choose, it’s alright

I wonder when your love run dry

I wonder when you found it

Because I feel the little stains

In my heart, in my hands

And as the season starts to change…

Here comes that feeling, little stains

In my heart, in my hands

Here comes that feeling

Back again…

We’re in the fog, in the flame

We’re in the fog, in the flame

Here comes that feeling of little stains

In my heart, in my hands

And as the season starts to change…