LYRICS
作曲 : Abigail Smith/Buddy Ross
We flooded the bank
And yellowed our eyes
How many more will it take to survive
Behind my eyelids?
Temperature change
Green in the sky
Sailors warning and a black butterfly waiting on me
It was hard to survive
I've tried this
For so long
Yeah, unfurnished, it felt like a home
And it seems like we've been here before
But I don't
Come around anymore
Think I'm jealous about moving on
She ran to the post
I was worried you called
We couldn't find anyone the old way anymore
By telephone (And the chord, it)
And it don't reach that far
'Cause your trophies are still on the floor
And it feels like we've been here before
Yeah, unfurnished, it felt like a home
Think I'm jealous about moving on
I still like it the way that it was
So make up the bed in our home
You enjoy it the way that it was
Ooh, when you think it's over
Look over your shoulder
The way that it was
The way that it was when??
And I'll be waiting for you
Don't come undone
The way that it was
We were just getting started, so lost
The way that it was
The way that it was
I'll keep on running, the way that is was
And when I come, I'll remember the way that it was