And it crept up on us, in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
Was it all just sleight of hand? Another trick that fate has played on us again Two heads in the sand I hear you talking but I just can't understand
Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire Can't go forward, can't go back again
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
Flying high with both eyes closed Almost touched the sun, I guess we got too close Now I'm dancing on my own But the music's not as good when you're alone
Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire Can't go forward, can't go back again
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
We wanna talk but we don't wanna listen We play pretend but we both know it's missing If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself We wanna talk but we don't wanna listen We play pretend but we both know it's missing If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
Compositores: Dean Ussher, ROSÉ, Ben Fielding, Freddy Wexler, Gian Stone, Wayne Hector & Jason Evigan