RANDOM LOVERS
Picked up the phone There was no one at the other end Turned my head around Nobody was there
Let go of the pressure Let go of the past Make do with what you've got And just make it last
And I followed the white lines And I followed the bright lights I can't seem to, I can't seem to reach Where you are heading
How difficult can it get To trace back how we met? For what it may have been Seems like ages
I can't seem to see Where I’m supposed to be All I’m seeing' are Random lovers in a bus stop
And I followed the white lines And I followed the bright lights I can't seem to, I can't seem to reach Where you are heading
Autor(es): ENRICO PRABOWO, IMAM WISAYA SURATARUNA, SAFARILHAJ FEBRIAN
