Epilogue Keaton Henson

Here's to me
I'm on the edge of my seat
Bound to fall
But I'm hoping you fall into me

Here's to us
Here's to the ties that I've cut
Along the way
Here's to the eyes that I've shut

Here's to my soul
Here's to the weight of my gold
Here's to the words that I've sold
Here's to the cold deep in my bones

Here's to my door
Here's to records that no one would pay for
Songs that I wrote and got laid for
Here's to the floor
Here's to the floor

Here's to my rent
Here's to the money I've spent on
Trying to do what I'm bent on

Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe
Trying to breathe