Bread Song
Okay, well, I just woke up
And you already don't care
That I tried my best to hold you
Through the headset that you wear
And as tight as I might hold it
Over where the signal's good
There's no way to save your evening now
Through the little phone that could
And yes I was tempted
And it christened me lonely, I pretended to falter
And I burnt scented candles there
And I hung some good pictures where
The paintwork was perfect so no one could doubt it
Oh, I was still losing
So show me the land you acquired
And slip into something beside
The holes you try to hide
And lay out your rules for the night
Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed
Oh darling, I
I never felt the crumbs until you said
"This place is not for any man
Nor particles of bread"
Furnished your suffering
And you played a good organ, and the world gathered singing
Good words that you'd stolen
And every phone died then
And no one had WiFi inside your apartment
So we knelt at your altar
Okay, well, I just woke up
And you already don't care
That I tried my best to hold you
Through the headset that you wear
And as tight as I might hold
Over where the signal's good
There's no way to save your evening now
And I'm ready for us to be understood
So show me the land you acquired
And slip into something beside
The holes you try to hide
And lay out your rules for the night
Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed
Oh darling, I
I never felt the crumbs until you said
"This place is not for any man
Nor particles of bread"
And you already don't care
That I tried my best to hold you
Through the headset that you wear
And as tight as I might hold it
Over where the signal's good
There's no way to save your evening now
Through the little phone that could
And yes I was tempted
And it christened me lonely, I pretended to falter
And I burnt scented candles there
And I hung some good pictures where
The paintwork was perfect so no one could doubt it
Oh, I was still losing
So show me the land you acquired
And slip into something beside
The holes you try to hide
And lay out your rules for the night
Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed
Oh darling, I
I never felt the crumbs until you said
"This place is not for any man
Nor particles of bread"
Furnished your suffering
And you played a good organ, and the world gathered singing
Good words that you'd stolen
And every phone died then
And no one had WiFi inside your apartment
So we knelt at your altar
Okay, well, I just woke up
And you already don't care
That I tried my best to hold you
Through the headset that you wear
And as tight as I might hold
Over where the signal's good
There's no way to save your evening now
And I'm ready for us to be understood
So show me the land you acquired
And slip into something beside
The holes you try to hide
And lay out your rules for the night
Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed
Oh darling, I
I never felt the crumbs until you said
"This place is not for any man
Nor particles of bread"
Credits
Writer(s): Georgia Ellery, May Kershaw, Lewis Evans, Charlie Wayne, Isaac Wood, Tyler Hyde, Luke Mark
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