Liz Cooper & The Stampede - Motions

The flowers in the window drenched in golden light
Beautiful and fragile like my eggshell mind
I often think about you especially when it rains
Hollow are the nights I'm all alone make me insane

From time to time
From time to time
I go insane
From time to time
From time to time

Going through the motions we do it everyday
Back and forth and stop and go and side to side we sway
You often think about me | see it in your eyes
And feel it in the kisses that we steal from time to time

From time to time we fall in love
From time to time we fall and break
Our brittle hearts onto the ground
From time to time you are to blame
Burning cigarettes and waiting for the rain

The flowers in the window drenched in golden light