AZ
Brad Hale, KC Rae
A holy figure at the edge of my bed
He leaned in closely and said nothing to me
Repeating image of you, when I'm alone
I see you calling to me
Then I see nothing at all
Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
A holy vision at the end of my bed
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
I was young, felt the sun
I had no reason to run
I hear you calling to me
Then I hear nothing at all
Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
(Back to the heart of it all)
Back to the heart of it all
Of it all
Back to the heart of it all