The Chase Emmit Fenn

When you come alive
And you try to chase it
When you're feeling warm
And you're feeling weightless
And you want to lie
But you don't want to fake it

It's getting cold now
Maybe it's fate
'Cause we feel alive
And we should try to chase it
And you're all alone
And it's getting late
And we need to go

You're my story
Every night
You're my story
Every night

When you feel alive
Baby don't go
You know I'll try
To bring you back home

When you feel alive
Baby don't go
You know I'll try
To bring you back home