Jon Bryant - Visiting Hours

(Ooh)In the middle of an afterburnI’m too scared to watch the tables turnLay my hand beneath the garden gatesDon’t wanna let you wash awayCount the ways you’re streaming through my veinsI remember how you tried to stayThey don’t tell you how the world goes onI feel it now that you’re goneKeep me closeHold me in the darkest nightDon’t you knowThat I’m always on your sideClose my eyes, and it’s us in a room full of flowersIn this life, all we have are these visiting hoursI would follow you down any roadNova Scotia down to MexicoLose the map and roll the windows downWe’ll leave a ghost in every townWe’ll leave a ghost in every townKeep me closeHold me in the darkest nightDon’t you knowThat I’m always on your sideClose my eyes, and it’s us in a room full of flowersIn this life, all we have are these visiting hoursIn this life, all we have are these visiting hoursTill we say goodbyeTill we close our eyesTill we see the lightJust stay where you areStay where you areKeep me closeHold me in the darkest nightDon’t you knowThat I’m always on your sideClose my eyes, and it’s us in a room full of flowersIn this life, all we have are these visiting hoursIn this life, all we have are these visiting hoursIn this life, all we have are these visiting hours