Elle Fanning
Lyricist: Crowe Tavish / Antonoff Jack Michael Composer: Crowe Tavish / Antonoff Jack Michael
I wore your shirt as I was running away from you
'Cause I like to keep the good things
I know you're hurt and I would like to sit right next to you
But you'd only say the worst things
Like every city was our city
And every road was our own
And you loved me like you knew you'd miss me
Every prophecy you told
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
This love that you taught me
I still don't understand
How every city was our city
And every road was our road
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
So give it up
Uh, oh-oh
And give it up
Yeah, yeah
And give it up
I took a trip to the furthest place that I could find
'Cause I like to do the wrong things
I walked a street that I had never walked down once before
'Cause I like to try the new things
Like every city was our city
And every road was our road
And you loved me like you'd knew you'd miss me
Every propechy you told
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
This love that you taught me
I still don't understand
How every city was our city
And every road was our road
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
So give it up (Oh yeah)
Uh, oh-oh
And give it up (Oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
So give it up (Oh yeah)
Uh, oh-oh
And give it up (Oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
And give it up
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
This love that you taught me
I still don't understand
How every city was our city
And every road was our road
Wildflowers you brought me
Are crumbled in my hands
So give it up (Oh yeah)
Uh, oh-oh
And give it up (Oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
So give it up