How Do You Know Lyrics by Cian Ducrot is a New English song from the album “Victory” sung by popular singer Cian Ducrot. Lyrics of this song are penned by Cian Ducrot and music produced by Cian Ducrot.
How Do You Know Song Details
Singer : Cian Ducrot
Album : Victory
Lyrics : Cian Ducrot
Music : Cian Ducrot
How Do You Know Lyrics
How do you know, do you know
That the good days are now while you’re living them out?
Someone’s off in the corner
Pitching a fire all on their own
Someone’s calling their friends
While you’re missing them, and they’re so far from home
All the lads in the corner
Singing to daughters and dancing around
Half a Jack on the table
‘Cause no one’s been able to drink it all down
Well, we don’t know the words but we’re singing
‘Cause these are the times
So, how do you know, do you know
That the good days arе now while you’re living them out?
And how do you know, do you know
That thе ones that you’re living are the ones you’ll be missing?
Well, we don’t know the words but we’re singing
‘Cause these are the times
So, how do you know, do you know
That the good days are now while you’re living them out right now?
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
One lost touch in the summer
Moved to the suburbs, probably settled down
I’m not sure ’bout the others
One lost his brother, and one moves around
I still think of that night
Did we have it all right?
Still, we all searched for more
So, now, when I sit ’round the table
I wish we were able to sing it like before
Well, we don’t know the words but we’re singing
‘Cause these are the times
So, how do you know, do you know
That the good days are now while you’re living them out?
And how do you know, do you know
That the ones that you’re living are the ones you’ll be missing?
Well, we don’t know the words but we’re singing
‘Cause these are the times
Well, we don’t know the words but we’re singing
‘Cause these are the times
Right now
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
All that’s left is the photo
I don’t even know who took it back then
Who’d have thought in the moment
That I’d get to hold all that’s left in the end?