Texty piesní Bombay Bicycle Club

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

Humor me just think it through

it's all I ever asked of you

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

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

Humor me just think it through, it's all I ever asked of you