Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yves Paquet
Yves Paquet
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yves Paquet
Yves Paquet
Songwriter
Renato Marquez
Renato Marquez
Songwriter
Guillaume Lamont
Guillaume Lamont
Songwriter

Lyrics

Didn't I say that I'd bust the windows of your heart
Didn't I say that I’d start a fire, burn it up
Still time to play, still time to waste
It's not that late
Didn't I say that we’d drown in the deepest water, now
Didn't I say that when our dreams had left this town
Still time to play, still time to waste
It's not that late
My love my love, my love is so guarded
Where did it go away
My love, my love, my love has departed
Where did it go away
Tear off the pictures from the wall
From that summer day in june, turning into fall
Teardrops are pouring down the hall
Are we sailing on the water
Or drowning after all
Didn't I say that I'm only getting it when Im wrong
Didn't I say that I'm the place you called a home
Still time to play, still time to waste
It's not that late
My love my love, my love is so guarded
Where did it go away
My love, my love, my love has departed
Where did it go away
Tear off the pictures from the wall
From that summer day in june, turning into fall
Teardrops are pouring down the hall
Are we sailing on the water
Or drowning after all
Written by: Guillaume Lamont, Renato Marquez, Yves Luiz Paulo Paquet
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