glass to glass

Bombay Bicycle Club

When the beat of your mind
Starts to sway out of time
Like the first song of the night

You can say that you won't
But you know oh oh you might

And she's there in the hall
With her praises and all
Yet her hand swears not to tell

Cost a lie to meet you
Fare-the-well

And it seems when you wake
Every movement you make
You can count on your rastful luck

There's a sight or a song
That kicks those feelings up

Its the way you have carried
It over the years
And the feeling its all too fast

You were pouring your heart
From glass to glass