Still - Bombay Bicycle Club

Held your standards close to heart

But late one night you threw them down

Simple promises you said you’d never break

But now you have

All throughout the morning though

I’m begging no

Your lips they stay perfectly still

Still… still…

Did he fill the empty spaces

Was he everything I’m not?

There’s no force behind my mouth

But in just three words

He brings you down

There’s a movement

Out the door

I swear but no

Your lips they stay perfectly still