The square is emptying
The square is empty and silent
On a Monday night
You feel the rhythm of the routines
The week goes on and on and on and on and on

My washing hangs to dry
I left here only once today, for food
My phone vibrates, my only companion
Last night, I woke at 5 a.m
Along the water was still
All the lights of the street lit the cobbles
I felt so good
(The square is emptying)
(The square is empty and silent)
But like I was missing something, a drug
(On a Monday night)

What did your dad say about me again?
He said I looked unwell

The water was so still
I could swear it spoke
And a lot of famous British films are only shot in one or two rooms

This one is so real

It was so real
I could smell you in my dreams
I can feel the tight jacket details of the floral
Black lace that stretch between cold thighs
In reality I was all alone, heartbroken
This bedroom, hotel room is still small
Empty stomach, Snickers bar
The next day I walk for miles, cold alone
Around the lake and when you called
I took my bags and it started to rain
What´d your dad say about me again?
He said I looked unwell
The witch dreams
The gates are yet to open
The gates are yet to open
And we´ll survive together through thick and thin

And if I die
Don´t search for me
To be misunderstood
We don´t have to be
We don´t need understanding between it all
And what we feel
The gates are yet to open

What´d your dad say about me again?
He said I looked unwell
He said I looked unwell