Rumour - Lyla Foy

In need of something to learn

Too much distance to know

In the crowded streets

Kissing of cheeks

Goodbye is a cry and we’re calling it

I’m in a mood I occasionally feel

There’s a rumour, don’t wish it were real

You left no barrier

No guard between us

Find me a flower

No need to reveal us

Take this ring from my finger

See how it mirrors the sky

And the wheels ran

Over your feet

No one could see from the window

I lied and I wished it was over

Winter is coming to meet me