| On a Sunday, near September
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| Where you woke surprised to remember
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| How the light attaches to a change of heart
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| What was simple, now there’s questions
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| The kind that I don’t look my best in
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| And the ghost of me will keep us far apart
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| And you, no you don’t deserve this
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| And I, don’t know how to work this but
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| Before you go, before you go
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| I just wanted you to know
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| That I would, that I would
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| I would love you if I could
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| But my unsteady heart’s not ready
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| And you would only get what’s left of me
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| Only this, only this, is gonna be the death of me
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| It’s gonna be the death of me
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| It’s gonna be
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| I would give you, anything if
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| I had anything to give left
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| But the phantoms here will never have their fill
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| I would tell you, I don’t miss her
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| Cries of love reduced to a whisper
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| But the truth is that a ghost it haunts me still
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| And you, no you don’t deserve this
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| And I, don’t know how to work this but
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| Before you go, before you go
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| I just wanted you to know
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| That I would, that I would
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| I would love you if I could
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| But my unsteady heart’s not ready
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| And you would only get what’s left of me
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| Only this, only this, is gonna be the death of me
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| It’s gonna be the death of me
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| It’s gonna be
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| I’ve forgotten how it feels
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| To have my head over my heels
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| I don’t wanna walk away
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| But it’s not fair to let you stay
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| I fall apart, beyond a kiss
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| I cast away upon your lips
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| Only this, only
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| Be the death of me
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| Gonna be, gonna be
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| Gonna be the death of me
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| Gonna be, gonna be
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| Gonna be the death of me
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| Oh, gonna be
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| It’s gonna be the death of me
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| Yeah, yeah-a, it’s gonna be the death of me
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| The death of me, the death of me
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| It’s gonna be the death of me
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| The death of me, the death of me
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| Gonna be the death of me |