You're tenderly whispering that it's too late to go home No point of return, you better turn of your phone I'm silently leaning in, it's not too late to leave now But you don't want me to go, so come on in Burn the bridges, feel the fire We still try to hide the things that we feel It all feels so real But we know it's surreal There's something inside my head That keeps on turning, spinning round Don't know how to get down I'm falling under your skin Can I hold on to you? Even if you're tumbling too Let's give up, to give in come on in Burn the bridges, feel the fire We still try to hide the things that we feel It all feels so real But we know it's surreal