Sam Smith

  Let’s turn off our phones tonight And rely on the stars We’ve been so lost lately We forgot who

  My mother said I’m too romantic She said, “You’re dancing in the movies” I almost started to believe her

I regret that I told the world That you were with me And I regret how I showed the world

Holy Father, we need to talk I have a secret, that I can’t keep I’m not the boy that, you

I’ve been burning, yes, I’ve been burning Such a burden, this flame on my chest No insurance, to pay for

He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be a preacher when your soul is damned He could

I’ve been here before But always hit the floor I’ve spent a lifetime running And I always get away But