Текст Bombay Bicycle Club – Ivy & Gold

Waking, sitting up right
Can’t explain the sunlight
Wondering why you’re not home
The lighter beside you, left

Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we worked out
Something in her wording
I cannot help searching for what memory found

Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You’re a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold

Meet me in the hallway
Bite your lip when I say: «Never have you left my mind»
Stop and think it over, smiling, moving closer
Oh, what a delicate time

Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we put down
Something in her wording
I guess she was just searching for some knowledge or sound

Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You’re a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold