Halsey - Roman Holiday | Текст песни

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Do you remember the taste of my lips that night? I stole a bit of my mother's perfume, 'cause I remember when my father put his fist in the wall and separated the dining room. I remember the fear in your eyes. The very first time we snuck into the city, late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds in my breath. Didn't know where I was running to but I won't look back.

Cause we'll be looking for sunlight or the headlights, till our wide eyes burn blind. We'll be listening to the same tunes, that we're going through to the bottom of the line and we know that we're headstrong and our heart's gone and the timing's never right, but for now let's get away on a Roman holiday.

Do you remember the taste of my lips? Cause I'll imagine the weight of your legs as you lie between my hips. I imagine the tears in your eyes. The very first night I'll sleep without you and when it happens I'll be miles away aand a few months late. Didn't know where I was running to, but I won't look back.

Cause we'll be looking for sunlight or the headlights, till our wide eyes burn blind. We'll be listening to the same tunes that we're going through to the bottom of the line and we know that we're headstrong and our heart's gone and the timing's never right. So for now let's get away on a Roman holiday. On a Roman holiday.