How am I meant to know?
What to give and give me back
How am I meant to give, give me back, and forgive?
Forgive me back
Give to you, give to me
Hungry for, hungry for
How am I meant to know?
Give to me, give to you back
Sky above, sky below
Five years more of directional love
Think of me, is that enough?
Hungry for, hungry for, hungry for, hungry for, hungry for
Take off all of my clothes and run to your house where in place of a door
is a hole in the ground
And I fill it with salt, the hard bits of my heart, they fall into the hole and
they tear it apart
Wash off the dirt, rinse the sand out my eyes
Leave this fog I’ve been under, a kind of disguise
The end of the world, not a cloud, not a ghost
Put your head against mine and teach me how it goes
Winter ends and spring begins
And I still need everything I needed then
The warning slows and starts again
You turn around and call the end