[Verse 1]
Soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
I was lost when you gathered me in
Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
And I am sewn right back into my skin
[Bridge]
But that’s me backed into a corner
With my crooked head and everything undone
[Verse 2]
Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
And I am drawn into desolation
Truth doesn’t stretch as far as the tendril wraps
But it moves like a cancer within
[Outro]
That’s me stopped under a streetlight
With the cadence of the blades across the glass
And that’s me turning into a stranger
I’ve given up, I’m giving in, I‘ll throw it all away
Soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
I was lost when you gathered me in
Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
And I am sewn right back into my skin
[Bridge]
But that’s me backed into a corner
With my crooked head and everything undone
[Verse 2]
Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
And I am drawn into desolation
Truth doesn’t stretch as far as the tendril wraps
But it moves like a cancer within
[Outro]
That’s me stopped under a streetlight
With the cadence of the blades across the glass
And that’s me turning into a stranger
I’ve given up, I’m giving in, I‘ll throw it all away
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