Woorden: 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
Is that subtle way
That you throw me down
I am inches above
The dust on the ground

I await your call
I await your crown
Lets change our roads
And chase them all around
Is that such a way
You throw me down
I am inches above
The dust on the ground

And all is quiet
All is quiet now
And all is silent
All is silent now
Now I don't hide it
I don't hide it now

It's that ancient love
That just moves along
And there's an itch so slight
Even when you're gone
Well I met you right
But I kept your wrong
And I must wait untill 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
Now I don't hide it
I don't hide it now
Now I don't hide it
I don't hide it now