Skinny Love

Birdy

Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt, we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right in this moment this order's tall And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind In the morning I'll be with you But it will be a different kind 'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines 🌌