Eyes rolled back guess we were living fast
Where did you go, yeah where did you go?
Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober
And so the streetlights would carry us home
And I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you
And I did my best to get my hands under your jumper
You know I'd love to
But your divine ribs would help break mine
We hit the ground so let's hit the ground
Nothing's alright, believe me
I won't feel the same in the mornin'
Nothing's alright, we're leavin
And I won't feel the same in the mornin'
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
Tyrants help build us
They won't mind throwin us away
[x4]
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Performed By: Catfish and the Bottlemen
Written by: Matthew Benjamin Blakeway, Robert Hall, Ryan Evan McCann
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Eyes rolled back guess we were living fast
Where did you go, yeah where did you go?
Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober
And so the streetlights would carry us home
And I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you
And I did my best to get my hands under your jumper
You know I'd love to
But your divine ribs would help break mine
We hit the ground so let's hit the ground
Nothing's alright, believe me
I won't feel the same in the mornin'
Nothing's alright, we're leavin
And I won't feel the same in the mornin'
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
Tyrants help build us
They won't mind throwin us away
[x4]
Where did you go, yeah where did you go?
Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober
And so the streetlights would carry us home
And I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you
And I did my best to get my hands under your jumper
You know I'd love to
But your divine ribs would help break mine
We hit the ground so let's hit the ground
Nothing's alright, believe me
I won't feel the same in the mornin'
Nothing's alright, we're leavin
And I won't feel the same in the mornin'
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
And I know that I've done wrong
And I know I should've come home to you
Tyrants help build us
They won't mind throwin us away
[x4]
Writer: Matthew Benjamin Blakeway, Robert Hall, Ryan Evan McCann
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.