Music: John Mark Nelson/Rose Betts
If you want me to stay here I will
I'll be patient
And I'll hate it
Caught in your landslides but I'll be here still
Still, still as the wake of a storm
If I want you to listen you will
You'll be quiet
You'll despise it
Caught in the same game we'll play it until
You're too tired to play anymore
Both of us turning into
Shadows we ought to cut loose
Delicate dark in this room
Will I break first or will you
If we changed I was looking away
Didn't notice
Now I notice
Sun on the ceiling won't outlast the day
How little we see of it now
Both of us turning into
Shadows we ought to cut loose
Delicate dark in this room
Will I break first or will you
Both of us turning into
Shadows we ought to cut loose
Delicate dark in this room
Will I break first or will you