Phantom Sense (feat. Anja Klipić)
Sunday morning's always painful
My ears are ringing from your whisper
When I saw you in his arms, yeah
I knew how much I fucked up again
I miss the time when you were no one
Before you brought out the best in me
You confronted me
With the shadows in my reflection
I want to put you in my pocket so I can always have you close
I don't mind the extra baggage oh I just wanna carry you along, no no
Stop
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I wanna feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
I see you laughing at the party
Keep glancing over, I have no control
Are you already over me
'Cause I am hurting underneath
I want everything and nothing
But that is not how loving works
I left you hanging out to dry
For way too many times
Now the wind took you away
I want to put you in my pocket so I can always have you close
I don't mind the extra baggage oh I just wanna carry you along, no no
Stop
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I wanna feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
Nobody's ever made me distrust myself so much
The salty air of winter whiskey sips fills my lungs
As the day descends to darkness I fail to
Recognize myself when the streetlamps come alive
Crying in the moonlight as the cold creeps up my thighs
Numb to all that's good as I set my soul on fire
Injecting all the gasoline to burn the stupid shit I've said away
Yeah
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I want to feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
You give me phantom sense
You give me phantom sense
My ears are ringing from your whisper
When I saw you in his arms, yeah
I knew how much I fucked up again
I miss the time when you were no one
Before you brought out the best in me
You confronted me
With the shadows in my reflection
I want to put you in my pocket so I can always have you close
I don't mind the extra baggage oh I just wanna carry you along, no no
Stop
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I wanna feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
I see you laughing at the party
Keep glancing over, I have no control
Are you already over me
'Cause I am hurting underneath
I want everything and nothing
But that is not how loving works
I left you hanging out to dry
For way too many times
Now the wind took you away
I want to put you in my pocket so I can always have you close
I don't mind the extra baggage oh I just wanna carry you along, no no
Stop
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I wanna feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
Nobody's ever made me distrust myself so much
The salty air of winter whiskey sips fills my lungs
As the day descends to darkness I fail to
Recognize myself when the streetlamps come alive
Crying in the moonlight as the cold creeps up my thighs
Numb to all that's good as I set my soul on fire
Injecting all the gasoline to burn the stupid shit I've said away
Yeah
You're triggering my phantom sense
You are way too real
And the pain is what I want to feel, oh
Stop
You were feeling like home again
So I threw the key away
Now I'm cold
And I missed the final train
You give me phantom sense
You give me phantom sense
You give me phantom sense
Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Zeiler
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