Lyrics: Meg Washington/Mehdi Benjelloun
Music: Meg Washington/Mehdi Benjelloun
So, I looked it up
And apparently
You can't really die from a broken heart
But I think I'll start a trend
And honestly I naturally was
Only ever in it
When it hit the limit
And it started to end
I see a hook and I bite it
You taught me to read
Now I write it
And every chapter you get further away
I've been trying to fight it
But now it's broken, divided
And I don't understand anything you say
When you say
It used to be something easy
But now it's like we can't reach
And I know it's a waste of scenery
To break up on a beach
But maybe I can make it worth it
If I am sincere
This is postcard picture perfect
And I wish I was here
I see a hook and I bite it
You taught me to read
Now I write it
And it's a poem
It's a bird made of birds
I've been trying to fight it
But now it's broken, divided
And you've got bruises in the shape of my words
So one last number under the setting sun
Help me to remember
When it was okay
Come here, hold my hand
Sink into the sand
I don't understand anything you say
When you say
One last number under the setting sun
Help me to remember
When it was okay
Come here, hold my hand
Sink into the sand
I don't understand anything you say
When you say