"Shelter" lyrics
"Shelter"
(originally by The xx)
I find shelter in this way
Undercover hideaway
Can you hear when I say
I have never felt this way
Maybe I have said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on?
Maybe I have said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on?
Can I be? Was I there?
Felt so crystal in the air
I still want to drown whenever you leave
Please teach me gently how to breathe
And I'll cross oceans like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I'll send images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too
Maybe I have said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on?
Maybe I have said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on?
Thanks to cam, Diana Capatina, Daniel Cardoza, Priscilla, chrissie hunt for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Romy Anna Madley Croft, Oliver David Sim, Baria Qureshi, James Thomas Smith
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- Birdy Lyrics
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