doré, doré quand j'ouvre mes yeuxTiens-le, concentré, espérant,

Lunchmoney ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, 1: Lunchmomey

Written on these walls areThe stories that I can't explainMy heart

1: mother told me I should go and get

this room was burnin'I wouldn't even notice'Cause you've been

1: insecure, don't know what forYou're turnin' heads when

two, three, mirror on the wallDon't say it

a melody’s easySometimes you need a word at the

shouldn't be politicians if they are bitches Owning a big

(Intro: Peheroal)I tone down the premonition, only you can save us

is a town somewhere down a country roadI see

know I always promised to youI'd always stay with

you were the love of my life, woahMaybe you don't

1: Harry & in these walls are the stories

1: (Niall) & Liam & (Niall and around)Every now

Verse 1Why if I rise up from a seven year sleepShould

on, Bournemouth, let me see those 1:

like strawberries on a summer evenin'And it sounds just

so goldenGolden, golden, golden as I open my eyesHold

1: a little bit funny, this feeling insideI'm not