After Hours - Till Brönner

Composed by：Till Brönner/Rob Hoare

Raindrops falling down in the street

Slowly heading home on my feet

Time is standing still 'cause we met

And it's after hours

And it's after hours

Taxis passing by there's no rush

Things are quiet now all the hush

I see every stop it was you

And it's after hours

And it's after hours

There was a kind of magic right when you walked in unexpected

We stood there half the night

Beneath the silver light

Goodnight

Say goodnight

Even though it's late one more drink

I can't sleep right now not a wink

I'm all in a dace it could be

That it's after hours

That it's after hours

There was a kind of magic right when you walked in unexpected

We stood there half the night

Beneath the silver light

We stood there half the night

Beneath the silver light