The moment we forgot we were just good friends I moved my arm her face went red again one more bus home another silent weekendn nSaid love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know (3 x)n nLooking out the glass always sit together we both know we could be someone better not with our heads like London weathern nSaid love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know (4 x)