DESMIND, Diana Skitova Out Of Time

Late night, silence on my phone
Your breath still pulls me close
We don’t talk
We overdose
On every feeling
We don’t show
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We fall out of time
It’s not goodbye
Your soul still feels like mine
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We don’t cross the line
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
But You’re still On my Mind
Cold hands, fire in your eyes
One more truth, a thousand lies
Every touch is asking why
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We don’t cross the line
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
But You’re still On my Mind
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We don’t cross the line
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
But You’re still On my Mind

It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We don’t cross the line
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
But You’re still On my Mind
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
We don’t cross the line
It’s not goodbye, goodbye
But You’re still On my Mind