Bombay Bicycle Club Your Eyes
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...
