Из альбома: The Drums
I need a place to go
Yeah that's what you told me
So I went to your house
To try to find you in your room
Why can't I find you now?
Walking along tonight
Wishing you were still here
Wishing things were alright
We tried, oh yeah
We tried and we died
We tried, oh yeah
We tried, and we died
We took down the icicles
The way it melts in your hand
You told me you loved me
At an age I didn't understand
Where will we go when we get old?