Текст: Firework Splints. Boomerang.

:
it's the clothes you wear
so i stop and stare
and think of making a move
'cause me and her, we're diminished
we're finished
she wanted to give it another go

my friends are my safety
and paper my guide
my bed feels lukewarm on both of its sides
it was meant to be filled with you
at least one last time
i still heard a spark in your voice tonight
so maybe another time

we could top and tail
like innocent kids, we used to be
no sex in the way
and no playing games
that's how much it meant to me
'cause i still see a spark
and it's not so dark in this world with you
and if this stays broken
then call me pauper, deprived of all things gold

you are the goal at the bottom of my list,
the one that means more than the rest
i know you're too young to be strung along
but i'll make the pull so gentle
i know what those three little words mean
you're just too young

if love is a boomerang,
i hope that ours finds its way back.
if love is a boomerang,
i hope this won't find its way back.
if love is a boomerang,
i hope that ours finds its way back.
if love is a boomerang,
i hope that ours finds its way back.
if love is a boomerang,
i hope that ours finds its way back.