Rory & Tristan | eighteen

PJ Harvey's a woman. What are you doing? You'll get him back when you agree to go with me. You're pathetic, Tristan. It's me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks, a long way from the playground. I have loved you since we were eighteen, but we both thought the same thing, to be loved, to be in love. All I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, oh-oh-oh, I want a love like you made me feel, when we were eighteen. We took a chance, but not a try, yet, oh, we'd be fine. So pour me a drink, oh, now, let's put the night wide open, and we'll see everything we can, live in love in slow motion, motion, motion. So kiss me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks, a long way from the playground. I have loved you since we were eighteen, but we both thought the same thing, to be loved, to be in love. All I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, oh-oh-oh, kiss me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks, a long way from the playground. I have loved you since we were eighteen, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved, to be in love. And all I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, oh-oh-oh, and I want a love like you made me feel, when we were eighteen. I want a love like you made me feel, when we were eighteen.