On your island, there's no weather warning There's no sudden showers There's no certain powers, no All I wanted was to carry you for aching
And how I told you what I'd do If one day I woke and couldn't find the colour in anything
All I thought I was worth Was to mend things, are so breaking And how I chased the glory How I wanted to carry you for aching
And how I told you what I'd do If one day I woke and couldn't find the colour in anything
You must not be looking You must not be trying like I'm trying I can't always help you But I can listen for the sounds you're making And how I loved your story How I wanted to follow you and paint it
And how I told you what I'd do If one day I woke and couldn't find the colour in anything
You must not be looking You must not be trying how I'm trying You must not be looking You must not be trying like I'm trying I can't always help you
Compositor: James Blake Litherland (James Blake) (PRS)Editores: Buzzard and Kestrel Ltd, Sony/ATV Allegro (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2016ECAD verificado obra #14681140 e fonograma #13311534 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM