Ivy & Gold — Bombay Bicycle Club

waking sitting up right cant explain the sunlight wondering why your not home *something something* 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 *something something* 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 with icing 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 worked out something in her wording guess she was just searching for some knowledge or sound

thought it stopped just as it starts but that is not what you are

your a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold