It's a quarter past midnight
On the street where you're roaming
With the scent of your cigarette
The scent of a love so cold
And I'm twisting all through the night
But every time we touch...
All that's left is night blooming jasmine
And the songs that are leading me home
All that's left is night blooming jasmine
And the scent of your cigarette
It's a quarter past midnight
On the street where I go
With a shape of your silhouette
Cuz you never left my mind
In that empty bar
We were pacing all through the night
Still everytime we touch
All that's left is night blooming jasmine
And the songs that are leading me home
All that's left is night blooming jasmine
And the shape of your silhouette
