Into The Red - James Blake
The list of things I could live without
Grows longer as I move everything around
Behind all the furniture
Pointed towards her
To keep her in my sight
To keep her in my life
By all means, she can get ahead of herself
I had already be there
I'll already be there to meet her
She's no traitor
I've got no chaser
For her look up
I've got no chaser
She's no traitor
For a joint account
She gave me everything that she had left
(She doesn't love)
And if in for herself
But for me she goes way in, way in
Way into the red
She saw every hand in my pocket
She sold her gold rush
She watched me lose faith everyday
Rather than lose me
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She sold every hand in her pocket
And she sawed off every hand
(She doesn't love)
And if in for herself
But for me she goes way in, way in
Way into the red
She saw every hand in my pocket
She sold her gold rush
She watched me lose faith everyday
Rather than lose me
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
She was the gold rush
Why on earth will believe you until now
Even tough nothing [?] make you the most of somehow
And the credit goes to her
It's the bad day speaking red
Gotta keep her in my sight
Gotta keep her in my life
By all means, she can get ahead of herself
I had already be there
I'll already be there to meet her
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