Laura Marling

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose
He wants to die where nobody can see him
But the beauty of his death will carry on so
I don't believe him
He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him
And sometimes we're scorned and sometimes I believe him
And sometimes I'm convinced that my friends think I'm crazy
Get scared and call him, but he's usually hazy
At 1 in the morning, the day is not ended
By 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend
By 4 he will drink but he cannot feel it
Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it
And I don't believe him
Morning is mocking me
I wander the streets, avoiding them eats
Till ring on my finger slips to the ground
A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city
The veins of which have broken me down
And I don't believe him
Morning is mocking me
The gods that he believes never fail to amaze me
He believes in the love in his god of all things
But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins