the things you do/the things you leave behind

My lips starting to crack
I feel the dessert sand when i wake up in the middle of the night
The sun is coming in, another night gets ruined
I hear the grinder of my coffee machine

The things you do, the things you leave behind

I wanna get away, give me another dream
Cause i'm flying straight into the sun

The things you do, the things you leave behind
The things you do, the things you leave behind
The things you do, the things you leave behind