"Tourist" lyrics
"Tourist"
This European air
It always warms my face
I wish I could buy some
I will bring you stories
And bleary-eyed photos
Like a regular tourist
We don't go breaking down
I feel like nothing ever will
We don't go breaking down
I feel like nothing
Suitcases down our street
Are rolling once again
I roll away with them
Five days inside Zoo York
To lose myself with friends
I'm nowhere without you
We don't go breaking down
I feel like nothing ever will
We don't go breaking down
I feel like nothing ever will
We will never go breaking down
I feel like nothing
Just want to be with you, my baby
Just want to be with you, my baby
Just want to be with you, my baby
Just want to be with you, my baby
I'm counting up the cost of time
And we'll embrace our time away
We cannot save ourselves alone
Or rely on a mobile phone
I'm counting up the cost of time (Just want to be with you, my baby)
And we'll embrace our time away (Just want to be with you, my baby)
We cannot save ourselves alone (Just want to be with you, my baby)
Or rely on a mobile phone (Just want to be with you, my baby)
Just want to be with you, my baby
Just want to be with you, my baby
Just want to be with you
Thanks to miserable_penguin for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Timothy John Wanstall, Carey Suthon Willetts, Steven Alexander Roberts, Joel Laslett Pott
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