(This is pop music)
(This is pop music)
(We are writing and recording pop music)
That guy was climbing up a hill
The hill was covered in daffodils
The trees are full of forgotten kinds
The skylarks sing in the morning light, morning light
Looking down across the bay
The last sandcastle is washed away
The salt air burning within our lungs
The shadows long for the setting sun, setting sun
And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Like we just pressed rewind
And it feels like we went back in time
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind
Stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Just stop, don't do it
Don't wake me up from my dream
And stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers,
Don't wake me up
I wish that I could split in two
My better half would stay here with you
Naming the flowers and counting waves
Like castaways in the dying days, dying days
And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Like we just pressed rewind
And it feels like we went back in time
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind
And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Like we just pressed rewind
And it feels like we went back in time
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind
Stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Just stop, don't do it
Don't wake me up from my dream
And stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers,
Don't wake me up
(Symmetry, symmetry, symmetry)
(Forget about climbing out your windows)
(Forget about watching football on TV)
(Symmetry, symmetry, symmetry, symmetry)
Writer(s): James Simon Rix, Toby Le Messurier Scott, Andrew Robert White, Nicholas Matthew Baines, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Charles Richard Wilson, Vijay Amrutlal Mistry, Brian Thomas Higgins
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