Hightide Hotel
Shuttle
The way you sit riding home on board the shuttle slouched And huddled with your knees against the seatIt's the same way that I sit when I ride home on board the shuttleSlouched and troubled, wishing that you were sitting here next to meAnd I'm just not convinced That this is just coincidenceI've heard at 11:11 you make wishesI've heard you're superstitious through and throughAnd if that's true that's something I've been doing tooWishing at 11:12 tomorrow I'll be lying next to youAnd I'm just not convinced That this is just coincidenceAnd my gut instinct tells me there may be something more to this
From Letras Mania