Kings Of Convenience

I'm letting go,
to see if you'll hold on to me
I'm in doubt, of what is thought and what is real
In our room, between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty, a pillow with feathers like snow
I've come to listening post beyond your lines
I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can't hear the song you sing while you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; ooh... I can't help what I'm doing
Hello again, I buried you - where have you been?
Oh renegade, you came back from the labyrinth
You're like me: you've looked for things that could be found
And the threat that guides though black times
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
When thoughts had outnumbered spoken words
In the early hours
We failed to establish who was hurt, most