Twenty-Eighteen (Paid in Full)

[Verse 1] Twenty-eighteen, Moscow, you sent us home in tears, seven summers of "it's coming home" and all those waking fears. Tonight the bill came due and we paid it back in four, Croatia, take a seat, that ghost don't haunt no more. Two went in, you fought back, but the lions didn't fold, the kids who watched that semi grew up sharp and cold. [Hook] Four to two, paid in full, the debt is finally cleared, the nerves we wore for seven years just up and disappeared. Twenty-eighteen, we remember, but the story's rearranged, you knocked us down in the snow, tonight we got the change. Four to two, sing it loud, the wait was way too long, it didn't come home back then, so we wrote a different song. [Verse 2] No more penalty nightmares, no more "maybe next time," no more thirty years of hurt stretched into a longer line. You had your night in Russia, framed it on the wall, we just walked into your fixture and we took it all. Modric magic, sure, respect, but the clock don't lie, the kids you broke in eighteen came back ready to fly. [Bridge] History's a circle, and tonight it came around, the heartbreak that we buried finally back in solid ground. Not arrogance, just patience, seven years of the same dream, we waited for the rematch and we cashed it on the beam. [Outro] Four to two. Paid in full. We don't forget. Come on, England.