Texty písní Bombay Bicycle Club

Bombay Bicycle Club

Dust on the Ground

It's that ancient love

That you won't outgrow

It's the fee you pay

It's the debt you owe

It's that subtle way

That you throw me down

And I'm inches above

The dust on the ground

I await your call

I await your crown

Let's change our roads

And chase them all around

It's a subtle way

That you throw me down

And I'm inches above

The dust on the ground

And all is quiet

All is quiet now

And all is silent

All is silent now

No I don't hide it

I don't hide it now

It's that ancient love

That just moves along

There's an itch so slight

Even when you're gone

Well I met you right

But I kept you wrong

And I must wait until I've found the ground

That you are walking on

And all is quiet

All is quiet now

And all is silent

All is silent now

No I don't hide it

I don't hide it now

No I don't hide it

I don't hide it now