I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades I like it in the city when two w… - Adele

I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe. I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no.
I won't ask you, you to just desert me.
I can't give you, what you think you gave me.
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love they leave me breathless.
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all.
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat.

I only wanted to have fun
Learning to fly, learning to run.
I let my heart decide the way
When I was young
Deep down, I must have always known
That this would be inevitable
To earn my stripes, I'd have to pay
And bare my soul.