Lyrics: Emma Thomas/Paul Jacobi
Music: Jérôme Klusacek/Emma Thomas/Paul Jacobi
Feels like yesterday, when you walked in that place
Your hands on my waist, we danced the night away
But it's been six years now, and I keep asking myself
Is this the end of our love?
Oooh, left on read like I'm nobody
Oooh, come pick up your phone
I just need you right in front of me
Sick of staring at the tapestry, like crazy
Real love ain't easy, but please don't you leave me
I just need you right in front of me, yeahhh
Feels like yesterday, when you moved into my place
Late night kitchen dates, you colored all my grey
But it's been six years now, and I keep asking myself
Is this the end of our love?
Oooh, stuck inside a screen, so lonely
Oooh, let's put down our phones
I just need you right in front of me
Sick of staring at the tapestry, like crazy
Real love ain't easy, but please don't you leave me
I just need you right in front of me, yeahhh