nothing l IKEA friend

And in the end the things that hold you in
Are gossamer thin, disappeared with the wind
Will these city streets remember us?
We walked them long ago
Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home
And in the end its gossamer thin
Ah but then again
theres nothing like a friend
Who can drive you round the bend,
well be lovers till the end
Will these city streets remember us?
We walked them long ago
Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home
And in the end its gossamer thin
And in the end theres nothing like a friend
Will these city streets remember us?
We walked them long ago
Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home
And in the end its gossamer thin
And in the end theres nothing like a friend.