Crave

How you do you do it to yourself and wake up each morning?

Throw the weight on me

Go on, I can take it

'Cause I know it's you who suffers

Break me down to the flesh

Embrace me, clutch at my chest

How can you speak it? Your so called code of ethic

To the wind

Your words don't travel far, they fall like ash in winter

As long as it's you who suffers

Break me down to the flesh

Embrace me, clutch at my chest

You hear the sound of that bell man?

It means I’m through with you

And I ain’t coming home with your temper anymore

Your tired eyes in highsight won't have me to gaze down upon

I’ll be upstairs in the kitchen cooking up a spell for you

Mind your tea and queue the lonely dreams

The prison you keep within your reach

Shut down by the gates of your hear

There’s love all around

But you don't see it, do you?