This is a love song, real love
Dirty rip out the whole of your soul love
I'll hate myself for days love
Sitting all alone and listening to Nick Cave love
This is a dark song, real dark
Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark
I’ll drink myself to death dark
Do anything to feel
your breath on my neck dark
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away, no
It won't go away
It won’t go away
This is a sad song, so sad
Aching like it's more that I can take sad
I cried so hard I died sad
Losing all that's making me
human inside sad
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away, no
It won't go away
It won't go away
This is a love song, so what?
Did it slide into your heart?
I guess not
I still want your love a whole lot
Have you heard a better song?
I hope not
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away
It won't go away
It won’t go away
And I just come to say
That it won’t go away
It won't go away
Dirty rip out the whole of your soul love
I'll hate myself for days love
Sitting all alone and listening to Nick Cave love
This is a dark song, real dark
Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark
I’ll drink myself to death dark
Do anything to feel
your breath on my neck dark
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away, no
It won't go away
It won’t go away
This is a sad song, so sad
Aching like it's more that I can take sad
I cried so hard I died sad
Losing all that's making me
human inside sad
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away, no
It won't go away
It won't go away
This is a love song, so what?
Did it slide into your heart?
I guess not
I still want your love a whole lot
Have you heard a better song?
I hope not
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away
It won't go away
It won’t go away
And I just come to say
That it won’t go away
It won't go away
Когда-нибудь я напишу о том, почему мне нравится эта группа и в частности голос Конора Мейсона, и музыка остальных ребят. И почему все песни отзываются в моей душе эхом, находят странный отзыв внутри и ложатся на жизнь, словно там всегда и были. Когда-нибудь, но сейчас я просто буду очередной день наслаждаться новой песней.