Lyrics
All the things that I ran from
I now bring as close to me as I can
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth
My montage of lost things, it's mine
Shiny trinkets of grief
Why don't you give me a call?
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
Know it's work onto work
Maybe finally you shut the gate
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Algernon Bayley, Florence Leontine Mary Welch
I now bring as close to me as I can
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth
My montage of lost things, it's mine
Shiny trinkets of grief
Why don't you give me a call?
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
Know it's work onto work
Maybe finally you shut the gate
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Algernon Bayley, Florence Leontine Mary Welch
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