It's a thin and pale morning In a tangle of sheets Waking to an air of disease
I'm being forced to find a reason But with the secrets you keep Truth is as best bittersweet
[?] Well you never were one for ties, still You'll have to draw the line at someone
Wind like a knife and it turns from time to time, yeah I don't expect you're so familiar
How it feels to go [?] Chasing you through my head It's a game I've tried to forget I tried to forget
It's a thin pale morning With an hour of sleep Making maybe three for the week
And when I'm claiming pride and reason Then it crawls to your feet Truth and [?] bittersweet
[?] you know I never romanticise, so Now I have to draw a line at someone Wind like a knife that you turn to keep the time, so I don't expect you're so the tempo
How it feels as the [?] takes skin from your heels [?] on your head, it's a game of what you felt then
How it feels [?] your heels Chasing you through my head It's a game I've tried to forget
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