2046

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
Too far away
The colours drifting in the air
We could be
What we are

Cos you got nothing to lose
Cos I got nothing to lose
Cos we got nothing to lose
Cos we got nothing to lose
Cos we got nothing to lose