Lyrics: Oskar Rindborg/Wilhelm Börjesson
Music: Oskar Rindborg/Wilhelm Börjesson
You were the one
I thought you were the one
That I will hold
To always own the feelin'
Leavin' my bedroom through the roof
For views 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
Two hours went by
Oh, is it too hard to meet?
Give me reason why or instead being pleased
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 somethin' left to try~
Left to try
If there's somethin' left to try
City views
Do you see the view, I see
It's made for two
So what's the point of seein' it
When I'm alone and I can't sleep
And I need your body
To stop me from comin' 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 somethin' left to try
Left to try
Left to try
If there's somethin' left to try
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
Is there somethin' left to try?