To Be Known

I would love to know what it's like to be, to be lovingly known, to be lovingly known
I've no self control and a mind too slow to face all the burdens that wait ahead me

And now you're wandering the backstreets, I'm sleeping in the backseat
Wondering why there's no one at home
Those things you said to me last week will be the death of me
Now you're wandering the backstreets, running from a taxi
Wondering why, there's no one at home
Those things I said to you last week will be the death of me

I would love to know what it's like to be, to be lovingly known, to be lovingly known



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Quinn
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