Songwriters: Greenwood, Colin Charles; Greenwood, Jonathan Richa; O'Brien, Edward John; Selway, Philip James; Yorke, Thomas Edward
But your footsteps give you away
One gust and we will probably crumble
We tried but there was nothing we could do
We tried but there was nothing we could do
What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose
You fell into our, you fell into our
All evidence has been buried
So you're backtracking
I'm hanging off a branch
There's far but no further
All tapes have been erased
Oh oh oh, you fell into our arms
Nothing we could do
You fell into our arms
Nothing we could do
You fell into our arms
You fell into our arms
I'm backsliding
We're backdrifting
I'm teetering on the brink
We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
Of honey sweet, so fall asleep
One gust and we will probably crumble
> Song: Backdrifts (Honeymoon Is Over)
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