The Fear Lyrics by Ben Howard
My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
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My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
Black flies on the windowsill
That we are
I spent my time watching
the spaces that had grown between us
Christmas flared amongst us
And we called it evergreen
The end of the after
The weight of a war
Depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
Oh, hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags
I’ve come to know that memories