it's the clothes you wear   so i stop and stare   and think of making a move   'cause me and her, we're diminished   we're finished   she wanted to give it another go      my friends are my safety   and paper my guide   my bed feels lukewarm on both of its sides   it was meant to be filled with you   at least one last time   i still heard a spark in your voice tonight   so maybe another time      we could top and tail   like innocent kids, we used to be   no sex in the way   and no playing games   that's how much it meant to me   'cause i still see a spark   and it's not so dark in this world with you   and if this stays broken   then call me pauper, deprived of all things gold      you are the goal at the bottom of my list,   the one that means more than the rest   i know you're too young to be strung along   but i'll make the pull so gentle   i know what those three little words mean   you're just too young      if love is a boomerang,   i hope that ours finds its way back.   if love is a boomerang,   i hope this won't find its way back.   if love is a boomerang,   i hope that ours finds its way back.   if love is a boomerang,   i hope that ours finds its way back.   if love is a boomerang,   i hope that ours finds its way back.