[Verse 1]
You'd have me eating from the palm of your hand
What a shame I was small I'm confessing
It was fine in your eye I was faceless
But in time you were right it was pointless
[Verse 2]
Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach
What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it
Is the pain I express satisfying
You don't lay in your bed toss and turning
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on the line
You're cutting the thread that I would trace to you
I'm on the line
Can't keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
[Chorus]
When my ears burn
I know it won't be because of you
In my dreams
I don't see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone's walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door
You'd have me eating from the palm of your hand
What a shame I was small I'm confessing
It was fine in your eye I was faceless
But in time you were right it was pointless
[Verse 2]
Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach
What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it
Is the pain I express satisfying
You don't lay in your bed toss and turning
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on the line
You're cutting the thread that I would trace to you
I'm on the line
Can't keep hold of the thread when it unravels through
[Chorus]
When my ears burn
I know it won't be because of you
In my dreams
I don't see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone's walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door
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