James Arthur - Car's outside

I'm not gettin' in the Addison Lee

Unless you pack your bags

You're comin' with me

I'm tired of lovin' from afar

And never being where you are

Close the windows, lock the doors

Don't wanna leave you anymore

Oh-oh, ah

I'm starin' at the same four walls in a different hotel

It's an unfamiliar feelin' but I know it so well

Oh, but you know the truth, I'd rather hold you

Than this mobile in my hand

But I guess it'll do, 'cause for you

I would run up my phone bill

You say I'm always leavin'

You, when you need me the most

But the, the car's outside

But I don't wanna go tonight

I'm not gettin' in the Addison Lee

Unless you pack your bags

You're comin' with me

I'm tired of lovin' from afar

And never being where you are

Close the windows, lock the doors

Don't wanna leave you anymore