Can't Pretend - Tom Odell

Let's pretend we never broke up Pretend we didn't do it all wrong Let's act as if we didn't quit And when it got hard, we held on Let's pretend you have it your all Pretend I didn't need more And that we're still sittin' in a countryside kitchen Red dog slippin' on the floor Guess I still got some feelings Honey, do you feel like dreamin'? Of that first summer night in the back of your truck Kissin' in the moonlight, stars above Dancin' in a field with the radio on The moment we found our favorite song Burnin' like a fire that would never go out Heartache wasn't somethin' we were thinkin' about That forever kinda feeling that we found back then It was love, it wasn't pretend Let's pretend you opened up Pretend I didn't shut down 'Cause I can't pretend that it don't hurt And that I don't miss you now And that first summer night in the back of your truck Kissin' in the moonlight, stars above Dancin' in a field with the radio on The moment we found our favorite song Burnin' like a fire that would never go out Heartache wasn't somethin' we were thinkin' about That forever kinda feeling that we found back then It was love, it wasn't pretend (Ooh) Ooh, yeah (Ooh) Do you feel like playin' along? Like goin' back before you were gone To that first summer night in the back of your truck Kissin' in the moonlight, stars above Dancin' in a field with the radio on The moment we found our favorite song Burnin' like a fire that would never go out Heartache wasn't somethin' we were thinkin' about That forever kinda feeling that we found back then It was love, it wasn't pretend Ooh, ooh It was love It was love, it was love back then It was love, it was love back then It was love, it was love back then It was love It was love, it was love back then It was love, it was love back then It was love, it was love back then It was love

Thank you for choosing to come and listen to such depressing music on a Saturday night There's plenty more on the album, don't worry Love, I have wounds Only you can mend, you can mend, oh-oh, oh I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend, oh-oh, oh Feel, my skin is rough It can be cleansed, it can be cleansed, oh-oh, oh My arms are tough But they can be bent, they can be bent, oh-o And I wanna fight I can't contend I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls, they blend Oh, love, I hope you know How much my heart depends I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend, oh-oh I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls, they blend Oh, love, I hope you know How much my heart depends I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend, oh-oh, oh I guess that's love I can't pretend (I wanna hear that one more time) Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls, they blend Oh, love, I hope you know How much my heart depends I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend, oh-oh, oh

(We got London on the track, on the track) Girl, let your guard down, girl, don't put on a front (a front, a front) If you really want it, baby, ya know what I want Mi want to get nasty, inna di car that's the after party I wan feel you badly on my body But I can't anymore, yeah That's a round (that's a round), round on round (round on round) Coming in (coming in), coming out (coming out) We tryna come (tryna come), to our senses (to our senses) But we keep pouring up this senseless Got my body on point so I need pick Gotta be good paid with the whip, whip He like, "When you gon' give, when you gon' give your number to me?" I'm like, "If you really want it, baby, ya know what I want" He like, "Girl, let your guard down, girl, don't put on no front" Mi want to get nasty, inna di car that's the after party I wan feel you badly on my body But I can't anymore Mi want to get nasty, inna di car that's the after party I wan feel you badly on my body But I can't anymore, yeah Got a waist (got a waist), likkle waist (likkle waist) Fi ya little pon, when you taste (when you taste) Have man a gaze, pretty face Walk with slim top on heavy bass So what we gon' do to get DJ rewind it, yeah-yeah We outside to party, yeah-yeah To get DJ rewind it, yeah-yeah We outside to party, yeah-yeah If you really want it, baby, ya know what I want He like, "Girl, let your guard down, girl, don't put on a front" Mi want to get nasty, inna di car that's the after party I wan feel you badly on my body But I can't anymore Mi want to get nasty, inna di car that's the after party I wan feel you badly on my body But I can't no more (We got London on the track, on the track)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour