Thursday (at Olympic Studios)

Thursday - Asobi Seksu

On gentle ground

I waited for you

In drops of dew

I wished that were you

With heavy hands

I reached out for you

My skin soaking wet

My eyes searched for you

It seems you lost your way

You let it all fall apart

Nothing left here but you

All you do is remind me

Now that we a lost our way

The rest can all fall apart

All I see here is you

All it does is remind me

With sharpened tongue

I cried out for you

And must I refrain

Now that I need you

The autumn wind feels

As if it were you

And swayed through the fields

Where I once held you

It seems you lost your way

You a let it all fall apart

Nothing left here but you

All you do is remind me

Now that we a lost our way

The rest can all fall apart

All I see here is you

All it does is remind me

Whistle through your window

We act the same as you

Whistle through your window

We act the same as you