Simple Lyrics - Milkmaid Grand Army - Midlake

Simple, simple it used to be 

Riding bikes through the city 

But you can't make it better 

And you can't drop out of sight 

Sundays, Sundays after awhile 

Leaves you worried inside 

But you can't make it better 

And you can't drop out of sight 

Drugstore table the place falls down 

You sit there broken and lonely 

But you can't make it better 

And you can't drop out of sight 

Remember the place you know 

Where things were so still 

We were so still 

It's perfect for my sweet queen 

When it happens I'll cling to you 

We'll go around a thousand trampolines 

But you can't make it 

And you can't drop out of sight 

Simple, simple it used to be 

Riding bikes through the city 

But you can't make it better 

And you can't drop out of sight