On Knowing

Down here there's gonna be so much exploring
I know I gotta take a trip to Turin
You say you want the books from the shelves
You say you want me all to yourself

On knowing it’s over
On knowing it's over
On knowing it's over
On knowing it’s over

If these walls could talk they'd tell us not to paint them
But you're the architect who knows just how to save them
I bet you'd pick a regular white
Just bright enough to make us go blind

On knowing it's over
On knowing it's over
On knowing it's over
On knowing it's over

How many “nice to meet you”s can I fake
But how many “nice to know you”s can I take
I bet you’ll meet the nicеst surprise
And she’ll push the hair right out of your еyes

On knowing it's over
On knowing it’s over
On knowing it's over
On knowing it's over

On knowing it's over
On knowing it’s over
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