Bombay Bicycle Club

It's that ancient love, that you won't outgrow
It's the fee you pay, it's the debt you owe
It's that subtle way that you throw me down
And I'm inches above the dust on the ground
I await your call, I await your crown
Let's change our roads, and chase them all around
It's that subtle way that you throw me down
and I'm inches above the dust on the ground
And all is quiet, all is quiet now
And all is silent, all is silent now