BULLSEYE LUCY DACUS LYRICS

Описание: Bullseye

Heard you got a job as the mailman
I heard you're playing around with a couple bands
Wish I could come to the show but I understand
Can't just walk in like any other fan
But I always love the way you play guitar
You've got style
No one's doing it like you are

In many European cities there's a bridge
Where lovers put locks on their ends
And throw their keys into the river beneath
We were two such suckers
But the metal weighs down the bearings
And the city has to cut the bolts
If our spell wore off, maybe it's all their fault

You're a bullseye and I aimed right
I'm a straight shot
You're a grand prize
And it's young love with this
Dumb love
Holding each other so tight you got stuck

I'll miss borrowing your books to read your notes in the margins
The closest I came to reading your mind
The answers to the questions only made more questions
I hope you're never fully satisfied
But I'll want to be there
The day you figured it all out
Whoever it is, I hope they're proud

You're a bullseye and I aimed right
I'm a straight shot
You're a grand prize
And it's young love with this
Dumb love
Holding each other so tight you got stuck

Found some of your stuff at my new house
Packed it on accident when I was moving out
Probably wrong to think of them as your gifts to me
More like victims of my sentimentality
Man it's hard to quit while you're ahead
Letting the best laid plans become empty threats
But I meant every word I said when I said it
The world that we built meant the world to me
When one world ends
The other worlds keep spinning