The Smith Street Band - Dilute lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - Dilute lyrics]
City is grey but it's glowing in silver
We took cigarette breaks on the
Bench by the river
Your hair brushed my cheek as
I bumped your shoulder
Are you trying to get close or
Is it just getting colder?
And the fireworks out but
The darkness won’t come
Are you following me am I just playing dumb?
At the door to your flat you
Fumble for keys and I’m listening
I said everyone is in love but me and I told
It to the trees and they couldn’t give a fuck
At the restaurant at the after
Party said you had
To leavе thought that I was out of luck
You put your number in my phone
We arе listening to sad dance music
Coming up in the afternoon
And our bad behaviour had such good excuses
I start to think that might be the honeymoon
You’ve got magic
You’ve got music and I promise
I will never dilute die Lute
Everyone is in love but me and I told it
To the trees and they couldn’t give a fuck
In the restaurant at the after
Party said you had
To leave thought that I was out of luck
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
I can fix your broken shower but I
Can’t make your boyfriend love you
Let's steal away on a magic hour
A dappled sun-lit winter afternoon
Everyone's in love but me and I told it to
The trees and they told me to go home
From the restaurant at the after
Party I had to
Leave you put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
We took cigarette breaks on the
Bench by the river
Your hair brushed my cheek as
I bumped your shoulder
Are you trying to get close or
Is it just getting colder?
And the fireworks out but
The darkness won’t come
Are you following me am I just playing dumb?
At the door to your flat you
Fumble for keys and I’m listening
I said everyone is in love but me and I told
It to the trees and they couldn’t give a fuck
At the restaurant at the after
Party said you had
To leavе thought that I was out of luck
You put your number in my phone
We arе listening to sad dance music
Coming up in the afternoon
And our bad behaviour had such good excuses
I start to think that might be the honeymoon
You’ve got magic
You’ve got music and I promise
I will never dilute die Lute
Everyone is in love but me and I told it
To the trees and they couldn’t give a fuck
In the restaurant at the after
Party said you had
To leave thought that I was out of luck
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
I can fix your broken shower but I
Can’t make your boyfriend love you
Let's steal away on a magic hour
A dappled sun-lit winter afternoon
Everyone's in love but me and I told it to
The trees and they told me to go home
From the restaurant at the after
Party I had to
Leave you put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone
You put your number in my phone