All alone and its what it has come to They could put you in the Lourve What do you say, it doesnt matter anyway I can't be myself when I'm with you You pull my heart in all directions We paint a darker shade of blue What do you want, its not like I'm passing thought I've got to hit the soul-o-sphere with you Golden nights, sugar high For the rest of your life You can run, you can hide For the rest of your life You can run, Harry Styles We can cruise Italian freeways Maybe strip near foreign bays Shake up the press, you haven't heard of nothing yet You and me could really make some waves Golden nights, sugar high For the rest of your life You can run, you can hide For the rest of your life You can run, Harry Styles