Robyn, Zara Larsson - Track 24

Now I just wait till it's over,
Then rewind the way you slip.
One knee bent, your left side kept.
Didn't fight, didn't choose, but we lost in better shoes.
Luxury and quiet lies held beneath expensive skies.
It's not love, not sin, just a trace on the linen.
Not loud-loud, not clear, but it pulls like it's still near.
I didn't name it when it grew,