作词 : Alexander O’Connor/Mustafa Ahmed/Ashton Simmonds

作曲 : Alexander O’Connor/Mustafa Ahmed/Ashton Simmonds

I think we had too much time

There was nothing left to speak

Is there a corner of this room

Where I should leave your things?

Clothes and books, the alabaster

Thoughts you couldn't keep

Framed photo on the top shelf

That you could never reach

And our friends had it

We went miles to get it

But wherever we would go

I couldn't force the thing you hold

I can't fall with you

But I'll fall with you

Right down to this old floor

Yeah, there's a field that's only yours

Your sister wants to take my life

I think she's reading spells

I tried to say it quietly

But it reached everyone else

You said that I was all you had

But look at what you've made

The next time you open your hand

It won't be to hold your face

And our friends had it

We went miles to get it

But wherever we would go

I couldn't force the thing you hold

I can't fall with you

But I'll fall with you

Right down to this old floor

Yeah, there's a field that's only yours