Glass To Glass - Bombay Bicycle Club

When the beat of your mind

Starts to sway out of time

Like the first song of the night

You can say that you won’t

But you know oh oh you might

And she’s there in the hall

With her praises and all

Yet her hand swears not to tell

Cost a lie to meet you

Fare-the-well

And it seems when you wake

Every movement you make

You can count on your rastful luck

There’s a sight or a song

That kicks those feelings up

Its the way you have carried

It over the years

And the feeling its all too fast

You were pouring your heart

From glass to glass