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I waited by your bedside,
And didn't close my eyes all night.
I named you like a prayer.
It's anybody's guess how,
The angel of doubt came down,
And crept into your bed.
But after we danced to the shipping forecast,
The words escaped your mouth:
I
know
it's gotta stop love, but I don't
know
how.
Now the stairs forget your shoes,
And the gate don't creak for want of you.
But the jury's out on me.
We're wise beyond our years,
But we're good at bad ideas, my love.
Or so it seems to be.
Shine a little light,
Don't wrestle with the night,
Don't think about the future now.
I know it's gotta stop love but I don't know how.
My little one,
My kettle drum,
I know I had a message at the start.
My babel tongue,
My come-undone,
I know I had a message at the start.
My prison kiss,
My dying wish,
I know I had a message at the start
But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds.
It's anybody's guess how the angel of doubt laid down
Sand beneath our house.
I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how.
- Álbum:
- Hooves Of Doubt
- Alarms in the Heart
- Shallow Bed
- Spotify Sessions
- No Rest
- iTunes Festival: London 2011
- Weights & Measures
- Shallow Bed Live Sessions
- Shallow Bed (Deluxe Version)
- Shallow Bed (Acoustic Version)
- Shallow Bed (Acoustic)
- Pure... Acoustic
- The Chambers & the Valves
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 147: Rarities 2012
- An Upward Artful Scarp
- Bible Belt
- Live at KEXP, Volume Eight
- New Ceremony
- WTMD New Music Sampler
- Epic Stadium Anthems