Lyrics: Thomas Havelock/Llywelyn ap Myrddin/Guillaume Jambel/Daniel Radclyffe
Music: Llywelyn ap Myrddin/Thomas Havelock/Daniel Radclyffe/Guillaume Jambel
Same old conversation
A low-grade imitation
Of how we used to play off each other
Freedom into friction
Teasing at the stitching
Till I can feel us starting to fray
You know it's me
That I'm tired of
l don't want to push you away
Maybe l should have told you
I've been feeling kind of low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know me
Outdone on the insights
Old tricks never land right
They keep on talking over the punchlines
No end to the mission
No wheezing benediction
To send you nodding into the night
You know it's me
I'm ashamed of
I don't want to push you away
Maybe I should have told you
I've been feeling kind of low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know me
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
Then forget it
If you're gone
Already away
If you're gone
If you're gone
If you're gone
Already away