No Place - RÜFÜS DU SOL, Prins Thomas, Lindstrom

I see you standing at the front of the line

Waiting for something I can’t make out but I

Wanna talk to you, to pull you aside

I wanna ask you to come with me tonight

I wanna stay by your side

While the entire world around

Around is on fire

I’m hearing sirens

Calling me closer to you

There’s no place I’d rather be

I feel myself with you

There’s no place I’d rather be

I feel myself with you

You run your fingers through the palm of my hand

Pulling me closer, drawn by your command

It’s like I’ve seen you, like I’ve known you before

An intuition that this is where I belong

Standing with you in my arms

While the entire world around

Around is on fire

I’m hearing sirens

Calling me closer to you

There’s no place I’d rather be

There’s no place I’d rather be

There’s no place I’d rather be

I feel myself with you

There’s no place I’d rather be

I feel myself with you

I feel myself with you