Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bloc Party
Performer
Gordon Moakes
Bass
Kele Okereke
Vocals
Matt Tong
Drums
Russell Lissack
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gordon Moakes
Songwriter
Kele Okereke
Composer
Matt Tong
Songwriter
Russell Lissack
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bloc Party
Producer
Paul Epworth
Producer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Eliot James
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
Such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueller in your presence
They say, "Be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way"
This pain won't last forever, this pain won't last forever
Two more years, it's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
Two more years, it's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over, more enlightened
I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years, it's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
Two more years, it's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You don't need to find answers (Two more years)
For questions never asked of you (Two more years)
You don't need to find answers (Two more years so hold on)
You don't need to find answers (Two more years)
For questions never asked of you (Two more years)
You don't need to find answers (Two more years so hold on)
Dead weights, balloons
Drag me to you
Dead weights, balloons
To sleep in your arms
I've become crueller (Dead weights, balloons)
Since I met you (Drag me to you)
I've become rougher (Dead weights, balloons)
This world is killing me
And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles (Two more years)
And we try to remember our alibis (Two more years)
We tell lies to our parents who hide in their rooms (Two more years so hold on)
We bury our secrets in the garden
Of course, we could never make this love last (Two more years)
I say, of course, we could never make this love last (Two more years)
The only love we know is love for ourselves (Two more years so hold on)
We bury our secrets in the garden
Writer(s): Russell Lissack, Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke, Matt Tong
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