- published: 08 May 2016
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Year 145 (CXLV) was a common year starting on Thursday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Hadrianus and Caesar (or, less frequently, year 898 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 145 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
(Note: this is the acoustic version of 155 (a 10bpm slower), the lyrics are a little bit different.)
Love
This is getting harder
And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd
But you my dear
Have been discovered a liar
And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long
And this is not the time or place for us speak like this
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
In a different time or place the words can make more sense
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
Even though it's the last time
Love
This is getting the best of me
And truth be told, you were the start of it all
Now you my dear, might end up lonely
Before you go, there's something you should know
And this is not the time or place for us to speak like this
And if I ever had the thought I'd never dream of it
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
In a different time or place the words can make more sense
In a perfect world, the future wouldn't make it then
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
Even though it's the last time
This is not the time or place for us to speak like this
And if I ever had the thought I'd never dream of it
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
In a different time or place the words can make more sense
In a perfect world, the future wouldn't make it then
So dry your hollow eyes and lets go down to the water
Please, let's not speak, don't breath a word
Even though it's the last time
Please, let's not speak, don't breath a word