Wears you down like Catholic guilt
Like family trees, like full-fat milk
It´s why you tense up every Sunday night
It´s how you´re raised, it´s not your fault
But you take praise like slugs take salt

The things you hate ´bout you, you love ´bout me

I do my best impression of a carving knife
Cut out the pain straight from your life
Cauterise the kind of hurt you can´t kiss better
I´ll do my best impression of a stable girl
And if I stop then you´ll blame yourself
And you don´t need that too

I want only the best for you
Left home just to lie with you
Flew to Toulouse for you
(I flew to Toulouse)
I´d walk a mile in your shoes for you
Travel more than two moons for you
I flew to Toulouse for you

I freaked out in south Bordeaux

While you were taking videos
I fell to Earth, I cried in church like mothers do
´Cause I was sure the shoe would drop
That all my fears would catch me up
I break my ankles running back to what I knew

You did your best impression of a steady hand
Gave me air when I was scared to land
We took turns to say the words "I don´t deserve you"
You´ll do your best impression of a civil war
Fight yourself and falling on your sword
But I can´t let you win

´Cause I want only the best for you
Left home just to lie with you
Flew to Toulouse for you

(I flew to Toulouse)
I´d walk a mile in your shoes for you
Travel more than two moons for you
I flew to Toulouse for you

I flew to Toulouse for you
Walked a mile in your shoes for you
Travelled more than two moons for you
Two moons in Toulouse for you
Two moons in Toulouse for you
Two moons in Toulouse for you
Two moons in Toulouse for you
Two moons in Toulouse