Lyrics: Jonathan Gilmore/Finn Jonas Schwieters/Frederik Rabe
Music: Jonathan Gilmore/Luca Göttner/Jonathan Wischniowski/Finn Thomas/Finn Jonas Schwieters/Frederik Rabe
It's seventy miles down to the lake
Where we used to go on summer days
Our bodies lay naked in the grass
Building dreams on broken glass
Oh me, oh my, we're such a mess
Your lips meet mine and the sky turns red
Don't write me letters
Like nothing ever changed
If you want me to stay
Say you never met no one like me
Like they used to say on the TV
And you can have my heart, it's yours for free
But you don't see the fact
I never want it back
And I heard you found somebody new
At a silent retreat, oh that's so you
Oh everything seems to be going your way
And I'm in a band, we're doing okay
Oh me, oh my, I saw your face
Out in the crowd the other day
I read your letters
Like nothing ever changed
And if you feel the same
Say you never met no one like me
Like they used to say on the TV
And you can have my heart, it's yours for free
But you don't see the fact
I never want it back
I never want it back
Oh me, oh my, we're such a mess
Your lips meet mine and the sky turns red
You kept my sweater
Like nothing ever changed
But now it is too late
Say you never met no one like me
Like they used to say on the TV
And you can have my heart, it's yours for free
But you don't see the fact
I never want it back
But you don't see the fact
I never want it back