Interlude (London Grammar)

Grey stares beneath the moon Tonight I’ll be dreaming of you People and rhythm instead And there you’ll be There you’ll be inside my head Hmmm, I will dream of you Hmmm, you’ll dream of me too Hmmm, your hands, they’re on my face Hmmm, there would be no better place Some miracle man must have shot me While I wake. I never ran fast enough Oh my mistakes Would you really want me In the light of day, that very same man Shot flaws right through my face Hmmm, I will dream of you Hmmm, you’ll dream of me too Hmmm, your arms curled round my waist Hmmm, there would be no better place Could you have your arms around my Could you have your arms around my