Scene from Both Sides
The kind of love that makes the heart grow stale
I'm getting good at setting myself up to fail
and still I caress scratches on your skin
though I know they're not my own
Don't you understand,
I'd do anything to win?
So caught up in what is normal
you forgot to catch your breath
I've gone in a little far over my head
You said we're going to work this out
The kind of love that makes the heart grow stale
I'm getting good at setting myself up to fail
Suffocate my innocence, stand tall
Have we really come this far for nothing at all?
I can't tell myself it's not my fault
He who makes a beast of himself,
hides the pain of being a man
What's on your mind
just surpassing time?
You said we're going to work this out
but I can't get inside your head
Pile driver, pile driver, pile driver
someone's left the gas on and my head is the vapour of liquid gold
The sweet corrosion of my thoughts
and so I bury
and so I bury
I can't tell myself it's not my fault
The air moves slower now
I'm knee deep running in the mud
Sweat and years on your skin like condensation of the mess we've made
I can't get inside your head
I can't tell myself it's not my fault
and so I bury
I can't get inside your head
I can't tell myself it's not my fault
Autor(es): Amelia Kidd, Kyalo Searle-Mbullu
