Cliché

Oh what a cliché it would be
To be stuck in my car
With snow falling from afar
Falling to the sea
Falling as love
As love that breaks free
Windows get steamy
Your hands get sweaty
'Remember me' you say
While we’re dressed only by blue light
Oh what a cliché it would be
To be stuck in your head
As someone you can’t forget
Something you can’t regret
A shadow you chase but scares you
Chase but scares you
We say goodbye
Making a subtle love declaration
It’s our way of life I guess
To cautiously embrace what we have
Oh what a cliché it would be
To be stuck in your head
As someone you can’t forget
Something you can’t regret
A shadow you chase but scares you
Chase but scares you
Blinded by what we can’t hide
Let’s surrender to the tide
Cornered by what we can’t hold
It’s no shame to lose control
Blinded by what we can’t hide
Let’s surrender to the tide
Cornered by what we can’t hold
It’s no shame to lose control
Blinded by what we can’t hide
Let’s surrender to the tide
Cornered by what we can’t hold
It’s no shame to lose control
Blinded by what we can’t hide
Let’s surrender to the tide
Cornered by what we can’t hold
It’s no shame to lose control
To lose control
Oh what, oh what a cliché
To lose control
Oh what, oh what a cliché
Oh what a cliché it would be
To sing you this song