Lyrics A Taste For Bitters - Chokebore

A Taste For Bitters

This style of living
The more I think
The more I think
This means out
This style of living
The more I think
The more I think
This means it
No more drowning and the answer
You’ll see how my silence leaks…
See how my fingers have folded, folded
And crumble when I speak
I see my life as a sonic tone
Never thought it would deepen
This style of living
The more I think
The more I think
This means out
This style of living
The more I think
The more I think
This means it
No more drowning and the answer
You’ll see how my silence leaks…
See how my fingers have folded, folded
And crumble when I speak
I see my life as a sonic tone
Never thought it would deepen
But don’t care for me and I don’t care now for anybody