That’s All (Materialists Original Soundtrack)

That’s All

Ama said

[Intro]
London rain on the glass… another Tuesday.
You know, for a while… I was your little bit of spice. Your… exotic.
But I guess everyone goes home in the end, yeah?
(uh)

[Verse 1]
You left no time for regret, no
Kept your next one wet
With your same old Brixton bet
Me? I keep my head high
Make sure all my tears stay dry
I'll get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew, yeah
So far removed now
From the world we tried to build through
And I'm on a troubled track, babe
Feels my future's stacked
Guess I'll go back to black

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
Yeah, I go back to us

[Verse 2]
Said I love you so much
But my love was not enough
You craved your rum punch, I sipped my quiet puff
And our life… it felt like a pipe dream
Now I'm a tiny kopek rollin' up the walls inside, it seems
I was your Polish prize, your little Slavic surprise
But novelty wears off before your English eyes
You’re back to your Sunday roast, the girl you know the most
And I’m just a heartbroken, Eastern Bloc ghost.

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…

[Bridge]
Black, black, black, black
(The colour of your skin, the colour of my mood)
Black, black, black
(The cab that took you home to her)
I go back to…
I fall back to…

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with WORDS!
Felt like I died a thousand TIMES!
You return to HER!
And I go back to…
(Yeah!) We just said goodbye with words
I swear I died a thousand times
You go back to her…
And I go back to black.

[Outro]
Back to black…

London Rain On The Glass

A world in therapy, for those who are tired of "I love you, you love me" muzak.

A World In Therapy

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This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


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