Little Dragon Place To Belong
I’m running late again the booth is dim and it is cold
and me i’ll miss this place
I’m in a sentimental state while running late trams
forget to stop
And everything’s in boxes packed up stamped to go but who
knows
So I’m running away running too late running to stay
Maybe i’ll stumble upon a magic wand a treasure a rocket
a place to belong
A place to belong
Soon the street lights an orange glow the cab speeding
As I go so long a quick goodbye before I change my mind
So long a quick goodbye before I change my mind
So long goodbye, oh oh
