Bombay Bicycle Club - Ivy & Gold
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
guess she was just searching
for some knowledge or sound
thought it stopped just as it starts
your a layer on my clothes