Fake love E

Running low, running low, out of nowhere. Lights are out, lights are on, 'cause I felt Some. We're a ghost, we're alive, Flying high enough. To come back, to forgive, like a chimney. And I dream Of it. And I dream Of it All the time. All the bells starts to run, I know what To say. We need less fake love, We need more champagne. Through the night, through your eyes, I decline a Lie. Gone for some little joke to reverse the Time Of it. And I Dream of it all the time