Liz Green Follow

I. I'll take the quiet.
I'll take the winter.
O I'll take the cold.
And I. I'll take the forests.
I'll take the rivers.
O I'll take the fields.
Its's coming up through the water.
How it got down there well, hell, I'll never know.
Well you better stake your corner.
Choose your colours carefully as you well know.
For at the end, it's all, it's all, it's all I know.

O. O my skin is thin now.
And I can't hold you.
Within these paper hands.
Well I'm much too weak to stand.
And how. How the light gets in now.
Open the window.
While I'll feel it upon my pasty brow.
It's coming up through the water.
How it got down there well, hell, I'll never know.
Well you better stake your corner.
For the whistle is about to blow.
At the end it's all, it's all, it's all I know.

What. What have I left here.
What have I built here.
To stand up when I'm gone.
Oh no, not long now.
Still coming up through the water.
How it got down there well, hell, I'll never know.
And the dogs bark from their corners. And the leash it is about to go.
And at the end it's all, it's all, it's all I know.
It's all I know.
All I know.