Текст песни Laughter Lines - Bastille

Laughter Lines

You took me to your favourite place
On Earth
To see the tree they cut down
Ten years from your birth
Our fingers traced in circles
Round its history
We brushed our hands right back in time
Through centuries
As you held me down
You said:
«I'll see you in the future
When we’re older
And we are full of stories
To be told
Crossing my heart
And hope to die
I’ll see you with your
Laughter lines