Schöne Seele - Crooks UK

Let down: I’m constantly.

Years count so why am I distant now?

And the lies that you tied 'round,

My neck had me held down.

And I’ll waste with the earth.

So why find the fear to say,

«I'll hold you against me»?

Like a hole in my chest,

Where regret and disappointment lay.

Like my father would teach me

If he hadn’t cowered away.

My hands, they’re weak.

The earth stains me as I dig through the dirt.

My soul, I bury deep,

Into the ground where you left me.

Just to feel you, it kills me,

So I hold you against me.

I found the letter that night:

You wrote it back to me,

«I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe

In this house with you here.

Dear if you’re reading this,

It’s killing me.»

I found the letter that night:

I wrote it in my sleep,

«I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe

In this house with you here.

Dear if you’re reading this,

It’s you and it kills me.»

Just to feel you, it kills me.

Just to feel you, it kills me.

Just to feel you, it kills me.