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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