Your Eyes

Nod my head so dumb with love there's something else I'm dreaming of Shut my eyes pretend it's there keep me here, unaware I would promise all I could think about it afterward Humor me just think it through it's all I ever asked of you Coming back You come out and say the word quick how all the tables turned Hate that there's a space to fill always have and always will I'm there when your fingers snap it's not where we left it at I can see the love we trapped, coming back Along the barren streets we slide poke at any dirt we find Magnify for us to see then dig them up desperately I would promise all I could think about it afterward Humor me just think it through it's all I ever asked of you --- Your Eyes - Bombay Bicycle Club