Your Eyes - Bombay Bicycle Club

Nod my head so dumb with love

There’s something else I’m dreaming of

Shut my eyes pretend it’s there

Keep me here, unaware

I would promise all I could

Think about it afterward

Humour me just think it through

It’s all I ever asked of you

Coming back

Coming back

Coming back

Coming back

You come out and say the word

Quick how all the tables turned

Hate that there’s a space to fill

Always have and always will

I’m there when your fingers snap

It’s not where we left it at

I can see the love we trapped

Coming back

Along the barren streets we slide, poke at any dirt we find

Magnify for us to see, then dig them up desperately

I would promise all I could, think about it afterward

Humour me just think it through, it’s all I ever asked of you

Coming back

Coming back

Coming back

Coming back

You come out and say the word

Quick how all the tables turned

Hate that there’s a space to fill

Always have and always will

I’m there when your fingers snap

It’s not where we left it at

I can see the love we trapped

Coming back

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes