Ivy & Gold - Bombay Bicycle Club

Waking sitting up right

Can't explain the sunlight

Wondering why your not home

Something beside you

Left before you tried to

Work out all the unknowns

Blame it all on me when

I forget to defend

Everything that we worked out

Something in her wording

Something searching

For what memory found

Thought it stopped just as it start

But that is not what you are

You're a layer on my clothes

Made of ivy and gold

Meet me in the hallway

Bite your lip with icing

Never have you left my mind

Stop and think it over

Smiling moving closer

Oh what delicate time

Blame it all on my when

I forget to defend

Everything that we worked out

Something in her wording

Guess she was just searching

For some knowledge or sound

Thought it stopped just as it starts

But that is not what you are

Your a layer on my clothes

Made of ivy and gold