Songteksten

Find a way Out of this mess that we made I came out to meet you once we were long gone Jack was playing video games You were in the garden catching the last of the sun What have we become? Takeaway Sitting cross the table in this civilised war Heated discourse and alcohol What have we become? How we used to have fun dear How we used to laugh Out of mind Out of mind Before distance fucked us Out of time Out of time Out of time Out of time Runaway Driving home from Bristol You were a pistol to my skull We didn't go the distance Cos it is fictional What have we become? Miserable How we used to have fun dear How we used to laugh Out of mind Out of mind Before distance fucked us Out of time Out of time Out of time Out of time
Writer(s): Matthew Adam Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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