| C’mon skinny love just last the year | 
| Pour a little salt we were never here | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer | 
| I tell my love to wreck it all | 
| Cut out all the ropes and let me fall | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Right in this moment this order’s tall | 
| And I told you to be patient | 
| And i told you to be fine | 
| And I told you to be balanced | 
| And I told you to be kind | 
| In the morning I’ll be with you | 
| but it will be a different «kind» | 
| I’ll be holding all the tickets | 
| and you’ll be owning all the fines | 
| C’mon skinny love what happened here | 
| Suckle on the hope in lite brazziers | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Sullen load is full; | 
| so slow on the split | 
| And I told you to be patient | 
| And I told you to be fine | 
| And I told you to be balanced | 
| And I told you to be kind | 
| Now all your love is wasted? | 
| Then who the hell was I? | 
| Now i’m breaking at the britches | 
| and at the end of all your lines | 
| Who will love you? | 
| Who will fight? | 
| Who will fall far behind? | 
| who will love you? | 
| who will fight? | 
| who will fall far behind? |