Bombay Bicycle Club – Ivy And Gold

One two

One two three four!

Waking sitting up right can’t explain the sunlight

Wondering why you’re not home

Girl I go beside you

left before you tried to work out all the unknowns

Blame it all on me when I forget to defend

Everything that we worked out

something in her wording I cannot help searching

For what memory found

Thought it stopped just as it start

But that is not what you are

You’re a layer on my clothes

Made of ivy and gold

Meet me in the hallway bite your lip when i say

Never have you left my mind

Stop and think it over smiling moving closer

oh what delicate time

Blame it all on my when I forget to defend

everything that we put down

Something in her wording

I guess she was just searching

for some monetary sound (?)

Thought it stopped just as it starts

But that is not what you are

You’re a layer on my clothes

Made of ivy and gold