Give It Your Choir (feat. Bibio)
Churning over what you said
Stuck in phrases, furrowed head
Tear in half the photograph
And pray to see the last of that
Feeling like you lost the words
A way that points to afterwards
You make it darker in your life
To hope to catch the faintest light
Give it your cries
Give it your choir
Fill it with fumes
Kill it with fire
Telephone rings
Terrified eyes
Settle for what-ifs
Settle for lies
Put it to bed
Give it some room
Wrap it in ribbons
Carve it a tomb
Speak of it highly
Speak of it often
Take it to heart
And whisper it softly
Turning into what you read
Locking gazes with the dead
Turn the page with one lid closed
And pray to never know the prose
Feeling hurt by stroke and line
A verse that stole the sense divine
The wintry vapour on your sighs
The calling out within you dies?
Give it your cries
Give it your choir
Fill it with fumes
Kill it with fire
Telephone rings
Terrified eyes
Settle for what-ifs
Settle for lies
Put it to bed
Give it some room
Wrap it in ribbons
Carve it a tomb
Speak of it highly
Speak of it often
Take it to heart
And whisper it softly
Stuck in phrases, furrowed head
Tear in half the photograph
And pray to see the last of that
Feeling like you lost the words
A way that points to afterwards
You make it darker in your life
To hope to catch the faintest light
Give it your cries
Give it your choir
Fill it with fumes
Kill it with fire
Telephone rings
Terrified eyes
Settle for what-ifs
Settle for lies
Put it to bed
Give it some room
Wrap it in ribbons
Carve it a tomb
Speak of it highly
Speak of it often
Take it to heart
And whisper it softly
Turning into what you read
Locking gazes with the dead
Turn the page with one lid closed
And pray to never know the prose
Feeling hurt by stroke and line
A verse that stole the sense divine
The wintry vapour on your sighs
The calling out within you dies?
Give it your cries
Give it your choir
Fill it with fumes
Kill it with fire
Telephone rings
Terrified eyes
Settle for what-ifs
Settle for lies
Put it to bed
Give it some room
Wrap it in ribbons
Carve it a tomb
Speak of it highly
Speak of it often
Take it to heart
And whisper it softly
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Pritchard, Stephen Wilkinson
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