Lyrics Eat My Soul - Shoreline

Eat My Soul

And there’s a trembling in your voice that feeds
A different viewpoint, that we’re separate things
The loneliest place you could ever imagine
Is the backseat of a van somewhere in England
Not in full light.
Would you rather be my friend
Or nothing at all?
Would you rather stay at home with nothing on
And eat my soul?
When are you coming home?
To the point where my body hates
The eight songs that my throat repeats
To the point where my body breaks, knee deep in dirt
I still love the tune
Would you rather be my friend
Or nothing at all?
Would you rather stay at home with nothing on
And eat my soul?
When are you coming home?