Текст песни 1,2,3 - Josh Pyke

Ooh
1, 2, 3, I've seen my love leave me
One thousand times and always return to me
Warm to the touch
And fluttering alive and cut
And calloused with a carefulness that
Keeps the little leavings in the dark
And 4, 5, 6, I've seen the disappointment
And I've seen the salient silence
Return with bloody words and clip
A feather to my collar
And I'm the likely one, I know I am
I know I've left some scars upon the floors
And found some bloody words along my arm
But this cup runneth over and I wish I had another one
I feel I never keep enough of you
Pour yourself into me let me become brim for love
You let me lick the remnants of you from my skin
And oh I love to see you
Rise like steam above me
And oh how quickly we
Become what we believed ourselves never to be
Never to be
Step outside of your skin
And pour yourself into me
Ooh
4, 5, 6, I have become a pilgrim
But I need the rake in me, we walk
A mirror march, the paths with narrowed eyes
And nod, a move but cannot help but smile
I curl my lip and try to form a sneer
But I am drawn despite the time
I've spent to curb the rake in me
But this cup runneth over and I wish I had another one
I feel I never keep enough of you
Pour yourself into me let me become brim for love
You let me lick the remnants of you from my skin
And oh I love to see you
Rise like steam above me
And oh how quickly we
Become what we believed ourselves never to be
And oh I love to see you
Rise like steam above me
And oh how quickly we
Become what we believed ourselves never to be
Never to be
Step outside of your skin
And pour yourself into me
Step outside of your skin
And pour yourself into me
Step outside of your skin
And pour yourself into me