Bombay Bicycle Club - My God Şarkı Sözleri

All the highs are downwards
All your fumbled words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friends

No point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My God

When our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold

No point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My God

My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
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