The Lumineers

The carbonation in my drink
The bubbles rise while my heart sinks
And all I tend to do is think of you
Was it easier to pack your bags
And book that flight to Paris
As the plane began to move that afternoon
And when all the trains have pulled away
From local stations in decay
It’s I who waits, it’s you who’s late again
And did you think of me when you made love
To him, was it the same as us
Or was it different, it must have been
And all the pretty dames
They’ll hug and kiss you all the same
And when they go, they’re gone
They’re not running late
Oh all, all the pretty dames
And the kids you hold in your arms