I can't choose cos nothing is real

But in your eyes

It's so real

The glimmer light stretch over the field

We fell asleep

Cos you got nothing to choose

Cos I got nothing to choose

Cos we got nothing to choose

Cos we got nothing to choose

2046, the weather could change

But it's too far

It's too far away

Colours drifting in the air

We could be

What we are

Cos you got nothing to loose

Cos I got nothing to loose

Cos we got nothing to loose

Cos we got nothing to loose

Cos we got nothing to loose