Nightingale

And I like the way it feels
To burn my soul into my heels
And I don’t want to go home
And I don’t hide the scars I have
They no longer make me sad
And I don’t want to go home
And I can’t quite remember
The last time when you kissed me And I’ve seen the open road
The nightingale sings to a rose
Ooh
And I’ve killed a cold black night
It’s lifting wings and breaking light
And I don’t want to go home
And I can’t quite remember
The last time when you kissed me No no! Ooh
No no! Ooh
And I can’t quite remember your face
And I can’t quite remember the feel of your hands
And I When you, when you kissed me