You'll find me in the lake With the death I tried to fake My hands already blue Holding photographs of you And you'll ask me what it is Why I want to feel like this And I'll turn towards the sky And I'll sink before your eyes
But if I was to ask My little love, my little one Could you break my heart Could you have tried, could you have done? To make me pay, make me pay, make me pay To make me pay, for what I don't do Make me pay, for how I loved you May me pay, make me pay, make me pay
You'll find me in the woods Where the dead do what they should My arms already old My eyes forever cold And they'll say I never left That I called them as they slept That I haunted every tree Til the forest sang with me
But if it all was true That I went mad, because of you Then finally you'd know And you could come and take me home Take me home, take me home, take me home Take me home, and help me love you Take me home, to where my heart moves Take me home, take me home, take me home
Compositor: Kyla Gemmel Bowen-la Grange ECAD: Obra #14390873