I left my clothes at your house,
You left your drinks at mine
Oh and I wish you were here
Forty-five, now it's ten-o-nine
My ribs let go with you laying there
I catch every sigh
'Cause I listen with my eyes
We both feel a shift,
And ask the right thing
At the very right time
That's why
You know what I mean,
That's why
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
I left my clothes at your house,
You left your drinks at mine
Oh and I wish you were here
Forty-five, now it's ten-o-nine
My ribs let go with you laying there
I catch every sigh
'Cause I listen with my eyes
We both feel a shift,
And ask the right thing
At the very right time
That's why
You know what I mean,
That's why
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