Texty:
Architecture In Helsinki Fingers Crossed

Found a flaw in the ending of a book that I've read twice I set her straight, it's not based on your life There's tension in this room We'll have butterflies

You count to seven It's usually till ten To hell with Sydney girls You're much better than them On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where I'll shut

All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing Calling police so, so we're placing, weight on minds [Incomprehensible] red sports car, Northwest dated

To and fro from yours to Cecil Street You wore the same shirt that you wore last week Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek? Convince you it's not

With an envelope We'll enter buildings we might touch I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much Have we missed an opportunity? Whispers Chinese

Is this a fling? It's seven days and you're already vanishing Is this a fling? It's seven days and you're already vanishing Is this a fling? It's seven

Found a flaw in the ending of a book that I've read twice, I set her straight, it's not based on your life. There's tension in this room, We'll have

You won't count to seven It's usually 'til ten To hell with Sydney girls You're much better than them On my mattress I've been drawing a line Where

Drinking stolen gin from the rich people's bar next door and awkwardly I'm leaning on the shoulder of the cousin who you choose to ignore and she says