Cate Le Bon - The Light

Where would he go for fun in this town

How would he sit and bookend days

No I don't need the poetry

More than a moment could upset the need

Console for the love but the love belongs to me

The light the light the light the light

The light the light the light the light that finds me

The light the light the light the light

The light the light the light the light that finds me

Mother I feel the crowds on the turn

Took out the windows

Moved the stairs

And I don't need the comedy

Holding the door to my own tragedy

Take blame for the hurt but the hurt belongs to me

The light the light the light the light

The light the light the light the light that finds me

The light the light the light the light

The light the light the light the light that finds me

You must die a little

You must exercise

You must die a little

Bury the keys and get to work

You must die a little

You must exercise

You must die a little

You must hate yourself

You must die a little

You must die a little

You must die a little

Bury the keys and get to work