What If - Bombay Bicycle Club

I could go and ask her first.

You could try, but it won’t work.

I don’t want my cover blown.

I should do this on my own.

And the night has gone

And I’m walking home

But I still don’t;

I still don’t know,

And the night has gone,

And I’m walking home.

But I still don’t.

I still don’t know.

If only,

One of us Had the guts tonight.

It’s so hard to find the silent type.

Someone shy who won’t spread the hype.

Your so cold;

your in this crowd.

I am on my way now,

And the night has gone,

And I’m walking home.

But I still don’t;

I still don’t know,

And the night has gone,

And I’m walking home.

But I still don’t.

I still don’t know.

If only,

One of us Had the guts tonight.

What if,

One of us Had the guts tonight?