Apollo (Feat. Amba Shepherd)
Hardwell
3:30Tears in your eyes You put down the phone You say I must go for a while And the nights grow cold When you're not here Your wounded fool I'm conditioned To dark sides of love Your wounded fool Your wounded fool I pick up the phone Oh desperate man My wish and my command To hold you close But the seas won't fold And you're not here Your wounded fool I'm conditioned To dark sides of love Your wounded fool Your wounded fool We took a chance Waging love on worlds Risking hearts and souls You choose your fate Oh worthy pain That you're not here You're not here Your wounded fool I'm conditioned To dark sides of love Your wounded fool I'm your wounded fool Your wounded fool