One day you get to look back

When love is no longer near

You’ve been close to something

Sweet nothings in your beer

And it’s a weird fire

And it won’t go right

Sweet nothings in your beer

Love’s a clock with the minutes crawling

Spurs us on

But we feel like falling

I swear it’s not so…

I swear it’s not so…

I swear it’s not so true

Tidy up now, before another

Go for the ride

And dream beyond summer

For it’s a weird fire

And it won’t go right

Sweet nothing’s in your beer

The owl knows best in his space

Have some love in our place

I swear it’s not so

I swear it’s not so 

I swear it’s not so true

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