Lyrics: James Blake/Leonard Cohen/Patrick Leonard
Music: James Blake/Leonard Cohen/Patrick Leonard
I don’t know how we got here,
But I think we might be sleeping
I think we might be walking
To the death of love
It’s never seemed so hard
To say what you really mean,
When everything you have seen
Is from above
It’s the death of love
If we’re on an island all the time,
And it’s yours and it is mine
It’s the death of love
Is there no good faith?
Is our love misplaced?
I don’t know how we got here
But everything feels different
People are losing interest
In the best of love
It never seemed so hard
To wake up from your dream
When everything you have seen is from above
It’s the death of love
If we’re on an island all the time,
And it’s yours and it is mine
It’s the death of love
Don’t leave me behind
Over one bad hour
Sometimes we come back empty handed
Like bees from plastic flowers
We can’t follow you where you’re going
We can’t follow you where you’re going
We can’t follow you where you’re planning to go