Damien Rice


What I want from you is empty your head, but they say be true, don't stay in your bed.
We do what we need to be free and it leans on me like a rootless tree.

What I want from us is empty our minds, but we fade the forests, fracture the tide.
We go blind when we needed to see and it leans on me, like a rootless...

And do you hate me, hate me so much that you can't let me out, of hell when you're around
Let me out, hell when you're around
Let me out.

What I want from this, is to learn to let go
No not of you, of all that is old, killers re-invent and believe
And it leans on me, like a rootless...

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