The moment we forgot we were just good friends
I moved my arm her face went red again
One more bus home
Another silent weekend
Said love was painted gold
Like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls
You already know
Looking out the glass
Always sit together
We both know we could be someone better
Not with our heads like London weather
Said love was painted gold
Like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls
You already know
Bombay Bicycle Club
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