Ivy & Gold - Bombay Bicycle Club

Waking, sitting up right

Can’t explain the sunlight

Wondering why you’re not home

The lighter beside you, left

Before you tried to work out all the unknowns

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