Текст песни Book of Stories - The Drums

You're perfect, photographs on the wall
And if I know you, you're ok
I don't wanna dance anymore
I don't wanna sing anymore
I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing

I thought I'd be ok 'til I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine 'til I needed more
I thought I'd be ok 'til I hit that floor
I'll need more, need more, need more (need more)

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder
Without you

My life's a book of short stories
And we wrote a new one everyday

I don't understand anymore
You don't love me anymore
I don't understand anymore and I can't think

I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine till I needed more
I thought I'd be ok 'til I hit that floor
I'll need more, need more, need more (need more)

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting colder
I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder
Without you

Why can't I let you go?
Why can't I let you go?

Hate you, I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you
Hate you, I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting colder
I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder
Without you (ooh, ooh...)

Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you