Left Of Us - Luke Bond/Tyler Graves
Composed by：Luke Alexander Bond/Tyler Graves
Hearing all the silence
Speaking volume I can tell
There you're close to let 'em go
I love this culture filling
A language far from parallel
Where we're going I don't know
That I'm holding on
Holding on
To define in your touch
It won't be wrong
Until you gone
'Cause we're getting out of touch
And I see it on your face
We deserving into flame
When you hold me
When you hold me
'Cause I'm holding on till it's left of us
Left of us
Left of us
Left of us
'Cause I'm holding on till it's left of us
Left of us
Left of us
Left of us
Lose my intuition
You're an angel in the way
Turning all the light down
Living this illusion
Don't wanna open up my eyes
'Cause with you are my paradise
That I'm holding on
Holding on
To define in your touch
It won't be wrong
Until you gone
'Cause we're getting out of touch
And I see it on your face
We deserving into flame
When you hold me
When you hold me
'Cause I'm holding on till it's left of us
Left of us
Left of us
Left of us
