Weak Knees

I'm bored, let's breed, seriously This cardy's a pullover Concede and lay bets on concessions ahead Golden days of sunsets and weak knees But don't listen to the voice inside your head And don't listen to the ghosts under your bed We're all sleeping on graves On bones and nitrates We're all waiting for someone To fill the days I woke into confusion about when Timelines stretching out and back again And I couldn't know just when it was I'd woke into Were years ahead or had they gone and left us with weak knees? But don't listen to the voice inside your head And don't listen to the ghosts under your bed We're all sleeping on graves On bones and nitrates We're all waiting for someone To fill the days I'll fold my hand, call it a day, bow out And lay my head down for the night At least I've got you, my love You always make the bitter a bit bittersweet