His Rope

His Rope - Burial/Four Tet/Thom Yorke

Lyrics by：Thom Yorke

Composed by：Kieran Hebden/Thom Yorke/William Bevan

Here's a tiny piece of you I saved

I'll wait 'til the birds singing

I cut a rope step out

In an instant it's all over

I'm done

Here's a tiny piece of you I saved

Just enough rope

Just enough rope

Sex and death

Total self-destruction

Turn your body over

To me

Still awake in the morning mist

Grab me some grace

Grab me some grace

You don't have to worry

Forgiven and forgotten

Move on

Here's the tiny piecе of you I saved

Maybe tomorrow

In another city

Where they don't know our name

Drips of honey

Eyes dilate

We're losing our way

Between