" The moment we forgot we were just good friends,
I moved my arm her face went red again,
One more bus home
another silent weekend.
They said love was painted gold
Like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls...
You already know.
Looking out the glass
always sit together,
We both know we could be someone better,
Not with our heads like London weather.
Said love was painted gold,
Like all things growing old,
The paint peels and slowly falls...
You already know. "
(All rights reserved to the author and the band Bombay Bicycle Club® - You Already Know®)
(All rights reserved to the author and the band Bombay Bicycle Club® - You Already Know®)
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