Many Ways Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

One spur in the fire, burning
now we're clearing the embers away
there are many ways this way
so I tell you like you're meant to
and you're quick to guess my choice
was it my trembling hand or my voice?

she said you're stirring
tossing, turning
just like you were in the night
I am sure your choice is right

I've always been a coward
been a coward to this day
there are many ways this way
and your fortune taken from you
by men that always say
there are many ways this way

Dust On The Ground Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

It's that ancient love
That you won't outgrow
It's the fee you pay
It's the debt you owe
It's that subtle way
That you throw me down
And I'm inches above
The dust on the ground

I await your call
I await your crown
Let's change our roads
And chase them all around
It's a subtle way
That you throw me down
And I'm inches above
The dust on the ground

And all is quiet
All is quiet now
And all is silent
All is silent now
No I don't hide it
I don't hide it now

It's that ancient love
That just moves along
There's an itch so slight
Even when you're gone
Well I met you right
But I kept you wrong
And I must wait until I've found the ground
That you are walking on

And all is quiet
All is quiet now
And all is silent
All is silent now
No I don't hide it
I don't hide it now
No I don't hide it
I don't hide it now

Ivy & Gold Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

Waking, sitting up right
Can't explain the sunlight
Wondering why you're not home
The lighter beside you, left
Before you tried to work out all the unknowns

Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we worked out
Something in her wording
I cannot help searching for what memory found

Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You're a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold

Meet me in the hallway
Bite your lip when I say: "Never have you left my mind"
Stop and think it over, smiling, moving closer
Oh, what a delicate time

Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
Everything that we put down
Something in her wording
I guess she was just searching for some knowledge or sound

Thought it stopped just as its start
But that is not what you are
You're a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold

Leaving Blues Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

Now your back's to the road
The waiting's everything you know
I'm sure you know that I'm leaving

Riding home everyday
Sure in a cinematic way
Breathing the smoke of the train
Keep the thought of you aflame
I'm sure you know that I'm leaving

Curse God for my regret
I miss you indefinite
Not once did I think that
Love would stay til I come back

Now your back's to the road
The waiting's everything you know
I'm sure you know that I'm leaving

Fairytale Lullaby Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club (originally by John Martyn)

If you want ride a rainbow come with me
I will take you in a magic purple
Maybe we will find a thousand sugar fish
And when you eat them they will grant your every wish

And if you want your friends to come then bring them all along

If you want to catch a star then walk my way
I will take you where the night is always day
You can follow me if you really try
Maybe we will find a rainbow, teach it to fly

And if you want your friends to come then bring them all along

Bow your head and let your eyelids close on down
Where we're going you won't need to bring your frown
You will find that all the things that I have said
Will come true when you are lying in your bed

And if you want your friends to come then bring them all along

Word By Word Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

All of the voices
Spelling it out
Where are the plans you're thinking about

Rest him assured
It comes overnight
Writing it down and tearing it up

If I could tell you
Gradually
Word by word, you'd take it from me

It would be over
Instantly
Landing us where you thought we would be

My God Lyrics – Bombay Bicycle Club

All the highs are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friend

No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My God

When our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold

No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God

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