Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert J. Kemp
Songwriter
Wes Lintott
Songwriter
Chris McLaughlin
Songwriter
Josh Kemp
Songwriter
Matt Lintott
Songwriter
Lyrics
Saturday our way
Sneak back to your place
Taxi, backseat
Bubble-gum and whisky
Green eyes at midnight
A burning gaslight
Feverish, Gravity
"Bittersweet Symphony"
I promised I wouldn't use your name
But Juliette, you promised a lot more
And that meant nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Next day, café
Tourists on holiday
You saw the end dead ahead
In signs I misread
So thank you for last night
Memories that taste like
Cigarettes and Jameson
Coffee and Cinnamon
I promised I wouldn't use your name
But Juliette, you promised a lot more
And that meant nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Meet me in the library
Where we will find ourselves surrounded by so many words
I ought to steal some
To rewrite our history
Instead I translate it into verse
And with my luck, you'll never hear one
Remember the restaurant where we met?
The new sheets on your bed?
The shower? Hallway?
Never, always
Writer(s): Josh Kemp
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