Crisis Lyrics - Dream A Garden - Jam City

Hold 

Your 

Best friend 

He's low 

Hold 

Your 

Your best friend 

She's low 

She's low 

You sigh under a bright pink sky 

Spit at another Foxtons sign 

You imagine alot 

Just to rest your eyes 

And do you remember? 

The burnt out shell of a car? 

The black batons under the stars? 

Your friends said we'd gone too far 

But I'll try not to be 

Waiting for your call 

Trying's all he knows 

Try not to be waiting for that call 

The echo from the front 

Keeps me holding on 

You're my girl, some would call you a vandal 

But sadness ain't enough for you 

You said "we don't have to live like this" 

Then you drew me close for a kiss 

Things were looking bad today 

I didn't know what to say 

And the sirens aren't far away 

Bu I never ever felt this way.