Laurent Bourque - Blue Hour Lyrics

Basking in your white light
Feeling out for some hands to hold
Somewhere i can paint it on your skin
Trace lines until i feel home again

Tell me that wide-eyed dream you've had since you were young
You can have it someday

You don't want to give me your number
You know i might call you

Maybe it's out here in your blue hour
Some kind of magic on your mind
But when you think about me
Is it all sunset and palm trees

Tell me that wide-eyed dream you've had since you were young
You can have it someday

But you don't want to give me your number
You know i might call you