Lyrics

You Were The One, I Thought Were The One
That I Would Hold, To Always Own The Feeling
Of Leaving My Bedroom Through The Roof And Feel So High
Never Wanted To Go Down
But We Flew Till Our Wings Broke
So High We Ran Out Of Oxygen
Afraid There’s No Way To Go
Cause We’ll Never Make It Just As Friends
Should I Swing By
Or Is It To Hard To Meet
Give Me A Reason Why
Or Instead I’ll Beg You Please
Pick Up Your Phone
Pick Up Your Phone For Me
Cause You Know
We Have To Talk About It
We’ll Hurt Till It Burns
And We’ll Cry Till We Find Out
If There’s Something Left To Try
Left To Try
If There’s Something Left To Try
City Views, Do You See The View I See
It’s Made For Two, So What’s The Point In Seeing It
When I’m Alone And I Can’t Sleep
And I Need Your Body
To Stop Me From Coming Down
Pick Up Your Phone
Pick Up Your Phone For Me
Cause You Know
We Have To Talk About It
We’ll Hurt Till It Burns
And We’ll Cry Till We Find Out
If There’s Something Left To Try
Left To Try
Left To Try
If There’s Something Left To Try
Pick Up Your Phone
Pick Up Your Phone For Me
Cause You Know
We Have To Talk About It
And We’ll Hurt Till It Burns
And We’ll Cry Till We Find Out
Is There Something Left To Try?
Written by: Oskar Rindborg, Wilhelm Börjesson
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