Cause I’m done with my graceless heart so tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart.
Most people were overjoyed, they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forevermore.
And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row, it seems further than ever before.
Oh no.
Let’s write a song for us
And sing until we’re old and grey
Tears stream down your face, when you lose something you can’t replace.
Hold my words, keep us together.
Everybody thinks you’re well, everybody thinks I’m ill. Watching me fall apart, falling under your spell.
Frost or flame, skeleton me.