Stone

in

your

fist

smells

like

sea

Re-

fre-

shing

old

me-

mo-

ries

of

your

lo-

ver

The

haze

o-

ver

the

hills,

it's

get-

ting

cold,

Can't

chase

the

time

I

see,

it's

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes

I

see,

it's

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes

And

she's

fal-

ling

to

my

arms,

fal-

ling

a-

part

And

your

ter-

ror

sails

so

far

a-

way

Sound

of

a

flute

makes

me

weak

Blo-

wing

soft

melo-

dies

to

the

har-

bo-

urs

It

floats

ne-

ar

your

head,

I

feel

it's

warmth

Can't

breathe

e-

nough

I

see,

it's

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes

I

see,

it's

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes,

how-

ling

through

the

har-

bours

Bu-

da-

pest

in

your

eyes,

blin-

king

through

the

ni-

ght