Текст песни District Line - James Smith

Dreaming on the District Line
Talkin′ about our future life
Sleeping by the coast at night
Jumping out of clear blue skies
Yeah we made our plans
And I held your hand
Years go by like paper planes
Big ideas all go to waste
Guess we had our golden days
We try sometimes but it's not the same
Anymore my love
Now we′re all grown up
We're not friends
Cos we still care
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle
One foot out and one foot in
I wonder what we could′ve been
If I moved out and you stayed here
Would I be crying jealous tears
When you tell me you
Are seeing someone new
We′re not friends
Cos we still care
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle
You come over to see me
We both know that it really
Doesn′t help
You leave your coat behind
And jump on that long green line
To head back west
I'll meet you next time
Somewhere in the middle
Not in my bed
It′s for the best
We're somewhere in the middle
We′re not friends
Cos we still care
More than a little
And it don't make sense
But here we stand
Somewhere in the middle