Up

Cross the bar

Cross your heart

The clock strikes midnight and to your surprise I'm gone

Starry eyed, you held on tight

But I slipped right through your fingers on that night

I hold my breath

Stand by for your text

You're outta my league but I think I might have fallen

People talk

Say when you're face to face you'll feel it and you'll know

That it's love

Well if that wasn't

Then I don't know which ways up

Your guitar in the park

Pulled up and left your mark

With the words you use to talk

And convince me that it's mutual

Well I've been wrong before

Like America at war

Let you talk me in to thinking that I should have never felt so sure

Yet I stand by for your text

I'm out of your league but I still want you back

People talk

Say when your face to face you'll feel it and you'll know

That it's love

Well If that wasn't

Then I don't know which ways up

I don't know which ways up

Coz if that wasn't love

I don't know which ways up