Bicycle Sunday - Pacific Radio Fire | Текст песни

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I was surprise to know I still remembered
exactly how my hand felt against your chest.
You swore it'd be long before you'd forget
all those words I wrote those nights, pining over you.

How easy it is to forget, easier still to pick back up
How hard it is to stop from thinking if you ever cared to remember
everything we had, no matter how brief it was.

I don't remember much of the time we spent
on my couch, or in my bed
or the countless hours driving.
But what I remember is the way your lips felt in the morning.
And what I wouldn't give to feel that again
just once, or twice, or from now until ever.

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