[00:00.00] 作词 : Jordan Scott/Jess Pascal
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jordan Scott/Jess Pascal
[00:43.50]Booked flights in the summer, while the prices were low
[00:51.66]It's a break from each other, until everybody knows
[01:00.90]Well I guess Berlin was good for us
[01:09.24]Won't abandon ship, or make a fuss
[01:16.68]It was warm for September, had drinks when we land
[01:25.08]And we held it together just like water through our hands
[01:34.35]When I first met you it mattered more
[01:42.66]Now you won’t eat food, sleep on the floor
[01:48.18]But I have learned not to wait or listen out for
[01:56.61]Storms to abate or the sound of second chances
[02:07.20]And I know now, as I knew then
[02:08.16]Though it’s easy to pretend
[02:16.35]I’d rather lie to you
[02:16.80]Than pick us apart at the seams
[02:40.38]Came down from the feeling, that we’re never alone
[02:48.81]I guess that’s the reason I blocked your number on my phone
[02:57.84]Tried to call me late to ask me why
[03:06.42]Do we complicate a little lie?
[03:08.01]Cause I have learned not to wait or listen out for
[03:16.80]Storms to abate or the sound of second chances
[03:30.99]And I know now, as I knew then
[03:32.01]Though it’s easy to pretend
[03:39.90]I'd rather lie to you
[03:40.29]Than pick us apart at the seams

作词 : Jordan Scott/Jess Pascal
作曲 : Jordan Scott/Jess Pascal
Booked flights in the summer, while the prices were low
It's a break from each other, until everybody knows
Well I guess Berlin was good for us
Won't abandon ship, or make a fuss
It was warm for September, had drinks when we land
And we held it together just like water through our hands
When I first met you it mattered more
Now you won’t eat food, sleep on the floor
But I have learned not to wait or listen out for
Storms to abate or the sound of second chances
And I know now, as I knew then
Though it’s easy to pretend
I’d rather lie to you
Than pick us apart at the seams
Came down from the feeling, that we’re never alone
I guess that’s the reason I blocked your number on my phone
Tried to call me late to ask me why
Do we complicate a little lie?
Cause I have learned not to wait or listen out for
Storms to abate or the sound of second chances
And I know now, as I knew then
Though it’s easy to pretend
I'd rather lie to you
Than pick us apart at the seams