And when the sun sets early and the streetlights go on
And you’re still there to drive me home
And you know I just can’t say it enough
But I believe in you so much

And when you’re gone I’ll hold on to the closest thing
Believe me my dear it’s the sound of irony
Suffocated by nervousness and lack of confidence
But it won’t happen again

With our fingers tangled
And our eyes so perfectly aligned
So tell me what could go wrong

And when you’re gone I’ll hold on to the closest thing
Believe me my dear it’s the sound of irony
Suffocated by nervousness and lack of confidence
But it won’t happen again
It won’t happen again

Believe me my dear
Nothing could go wrong
Believe me my dear
Nothing could go wrong

And when you’re gone I’ll hold on to the closet thing
Believe me my dear it’s the sound of irony
Suffocated by nervousness and lack of confidence
But it won’t happen again
It won’t happen again

The artist is Tela Flora