budapest — Motorama

stone in your fist smells like sea refreshing old memories of your lover

the haze over the hills, it's getting cold, can't chase the time

i see, it's budapest in your eyes i see, it's budapest in your eyes

and she's falling to my arms, falling apart and your terror sails so far away

sound of a flute makes you weak blowing soft melodies to the harbours

it floats near your head, i feel it's warmth can't breathe enough

i see, it's budapest in your eyes i see, it's budapest in your eyes

budapest in your eyes, howling through the harbours budapest in your eyes, blinking through the light