The Golden Hour - Berlin Lyrics

I don't think I have it in me
To go back home
I can see why you'd want to leave
I have a fever dream that started when we were seventeen
It's too late now for us to sit down and talk and kiss and build a family
And it's not fair for you
Or for me

And I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
We missed our time

That night by the dam I told you
We deserved a second chance
And the last one time on the courtyard
You said you didn't have any plans
Or at least plans that involved me
I could see you had made up your mind
But someday we'll meet in Berlin
And we're gonna slip through the cracks

And I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
We missed our time

And I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
I am not gone
But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old
Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
We missed our time
Oh, we still got time