Budapest - Motorama

Stone in your fist smells like sea

Refreshing old memories of your lover

The haze over the hills, it’s getting cold

Can’t chase the time

I see, it’s budapest in your eyes

I see, it’s budapest in your eyes

And she’s falling to my arms, falling apart

And your terror sails so far away

Sound of a flute makes you weak

Blowing soft melodies to the harbours

It floats near your head, i feel it’s warmth

Can’t breathe enough

I see, it’s budapest in your eyes

I see, it’s budapest in your eyes

Budapest in your eyes, howling through the harbours

Budapest in your eyes, blinking through the light