Fake It.

Oh my lover, my lover, my love
 We can never go back
 We can only do our best to recreate
 Don’t turn over, turn over the page
 We should rip it straight out
 Then let’s try our very best to fake it.

Show me joy, flowers through desert rain
 Let’s destroy, each mistake that we made
 Then the storm, call it back to the grave
 There’s no pride in sharing scars to prove it

Bastille
Fake It.