Blow a hole through a mountain

And drill it through my head

Sat in a surgeon's chair

Doing my best to play dead

Like it when you play with my hair

Pulling me close then staying there

My hands are bound in string

Each finger slowly ripping

I need you to need me

To need you

She said that she hopes that

I land soon

Cried in my hand

All the way home

Held you in my arms

Did nothing all day

A stream in the road

How can I know?

Spilt wine down my throat

I need you to need me

To need you

She said that she hopes that

I land soon

I walk past the spot where I sat once

You ate lamb

I think you want a baby

The concave moon of our bracket appears

I'm scared

I break things so beautifully

I break things so beautifully

I need you to need me

To need you