Inna
Flashbacks

I'm on the road, empty and cold
To a desti-destination I don't know
Been thinking 'bout you way back in days of old
It's hard to admit it I still miss you miss you so

Flashbacks of our memories
The past is my enemy
And I'm drowning in a sad malady
Flashbacks of our memories
The past is my enemy
It keeps holding holding on me
Come break the silence

Dum-dum-da-da-da-di-da-da-da-da-da

So far from home, you're feeling so close
You're in my thoughts, my bed, my clothes when I'm alone
I find myself, my hands on the phone
But I'm holding up my feelings, I'm letting you go