I wish that I could hop on a plane One more missed call And I'm going insane I tried to write about how I felt Sang you a song that I'll send you today Whisper in my ear instead Wish that I could hear it first hand Don't want no Slow motion rides Hotel homes Chasing the highs Laying low Here and now is all we have Sweep me off my feet with your breath This is as close as we get Was hoping to find Some peace of mind Scattered my thoughts Into thousands of miles But I dream myself Back to your door What's left of me now Is a ghost in a storm Slow motion rides Hotel homes Chasing the highs Laying low Here and now is all we have Sweep me off my feet with your breath This is as close as we get