Can we erase our history? Is it as easy as this? Plausible deniability I swear I've never heard of it
And I can close the door on us But the room still exists And I know you're in it
Hours of phrases I've memorized Thousands of lines on the page All of my notes in a desolate pile I haven't touched in an age
And I can burn the evidence But I can't burn the pain And I can't forget it
How does it feel (How does it feel) To be an expert in a dying field? And how do you know (How do you know) It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go You can't stop, can't rewind Love is learned over time Till you're an expert in a dying field (How does it, how does it feel?)
The city is painted with memory The water will never run clear Birds and the bees and the flowers and trees They know that we've both been here
And I can flee the country For the worst of the year But I'll come back to it
How does it feel (How does it feel) To be an expert in a dying field? And how do you know (How do you know) It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go You can't stop, can't rewind Love is learned over time Till you're an expert in a dying field
Can we erase our history? Is it as easy as this? Maybe in other realities The road never took this twist
And I can close the door on us But the room still exists
How does it feel? (How does it feel to be an expert in a dying field?) How do you know? (How do you? How do you? How do you?) You can't stop, can't rewind Love is learned over time Till you're an expert in a dying field Oh, an expert in a dying field
Compositores: Jonathan William Pearce (Jonathan Pearce), Benjamin David Sinclair (Benjamin Sinclair), Elizabeth Barbara Stokes (Elizabeth Stokes), Tristan Jeremy Deck ECAD: Obra #37143647