Nod my head so dumb with love There's something else I'm dreaming of Shut my eyes pretend it's there Keep me here, unaware I would promise all I could Think about it afterward Humour me just think it through It's all I ever asked of you
Coming back, coming back
You come out and say the word Quick how all the tables turned Hate that there's a space to fill Always have and always will I'm there when your fingers snap It's not where we left it at I can see the love we trapped
Coming back, coming back
Along the barren streets we slide, poke at any dirt we find Magnify for us to see, then dig them up desperately I would promise all I could, think about it afterward Humour me just think it through, it's all I ever asked of you
Coming back, coming back
You come out and say the word Quick how all the tables turned Hate that there's a space to fill Always have and always will I'm there when your fingers snap It's not where we left it at I can see the love we trapped
Coming back, coming back
Your eyes, your eyes...
Compositor: Jack William Thomas Steadman (PRS)Editor: Concord Music Publishing LLC (PRS)Publicado em 2011ECAD verificado obra #6088416 e fonograma #3817501 em 14/Mai/2024