And you needn't feel?
Though we do these things alone,
There's always time to share in,
These honest words.
They might carry us home to where the brittle little lies live,
In honest groves
So leave now and let it all turn black
I've got that same sh** crawling up my back.
Turn the lights down low,
Because honey we tried but we couldn't break the lion's hold,
On us tonight.
When I followed you home..
No? I didn't mean to pry but I couldn't bear his hands on.
On you this time.
I'll grieve now and let it all turn black.
I've got hat same sh** crawling up my back
So take me home to the colours, and the recent stones show me I had a chance to change,
But then I was lost in black.
Bury me deep, down the corner, down on bleeker street, where you had a line of believers,
Pulling at your coat tail straps,
They're coming back..