作词 : Charles Cave
作曲 : White Lies
You look from the roof to the smoke on good nights.
Tall dreams at the beck of the stars seem alright.
Your heart aglow
Cos you know, you know
It was all raised up for your life.
For your eyes.
You live in the quiet that was sewn for good wives,
Four kids - with the cat might as well be called five.
You know, you know
It's all for show
The city winks at your smile.
It's your style.
You know it’s not denial,
Not denial. Not denial.
Time is a fickle thrill,
It’s not denial, not denial.
And there’s a kind of heat,
You leave behind when you go.
It’s not denial,
Not denial, not denial.
You lust for a love with the feel of old shoes,
Great highs never brand, but the lows are all bruise.
They know, they know.
'Cos a childhood shows.
A prize is hard to refuse.
No excuse.
You swear you'll come home in the week of New Year,
No leaves on the oaks, oh, the past is too near.
You know, you know
How they miss you so.
Wish you all the best with old tears.
With old fears.
You know it’s not denial,
Not denial. Not denial.
Time is a fickle thrill,
It’s not denial, not denial.
And there’s a kind of heat,
You leave behind when you go.
It’s not denial,
Not denial, not denial.
You know it’s not denial,
Not denial, not denial.
Time is a fickle thrill,
It’s not denial, not denial.
And there’s a kind of heat,
You leave behind when you go.
It’s not denial,
Not denial, not denial.
