| It was you and me in Mayfair |
| Early bird, like Polaroids |
| From a perfect world |
| In Valencia, our own little heaven |
| Like our parents looked in 1977 |
| And all our friends would follow you and me |
| And what we used to be |
| Where did you go, my special friend? |
| Thought we’d be together till the end |
| I thought that you liked me as I am |
| But now I know we were living in an Instagram |
| I can see us now in Harton |
| In black and white |
| Forever in the perfect light |
| Was it too lo-fi, from my eye |
| Was I blind to love, let it walk on by |
| Did it live up to reality? |
| For you and me |
| Where did you go, my special friend? |
| Thought we’d be together till the end |
| I thought that you liked me as I am |
| But now I know we were living in an Instagram |
| I can’t forget your face |
| And all of my mistakes |
| Rose colored fantasy |
| So bittersweet |
| Oh, yeah! |
| Oh, yeah! |
| And all our friends would follow you and me |
| And what we used to be |
| Where did you go, my special friend? |
| Thought we’d be together till the end |
| I thought that you liked me as I am |
| But now I know we were living in an Instagram |
