Description

One-Stop, Folk acoustic, Medium tempo, organic, warm, positive, human, heartfelt, hopeful, feel good, emotional, personal, intimate, simple, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, pizzicato strings, International, Vienna, Austria

Lyrics

I’ll prance on the line
Giddy, drunk and weak-kneed I

Got hit hard by your lines
That I’ll always keep in mind
I stored them right inside

Sing now
And I won't tell anyone

It hits me like a storm
I guess what’s wrong can be ignored

Without a single song
Left to share I stand alone

I’ll try to hunt you down
No chance of finding anyone