My Manic And I

My Manic And I - Laura Marling (勞拉·馬林)

He wants to die

In a lake in Geneva

The mountains can cover

The shape of his nose

He wants to die

Where nobody can see him

But the beauty of

His death will carry on so

I don't believe him

He greets me with kisses

When good days deceive him

And sometimes we're scorned

And sometimes I believe him

And sometimes I'm convinced

That my friends think I'm crazy

Get scared and call him

But he's usually hazy

At 1 in the morning

The day is not ended

By 2 he is scared that

Sleep is no friend

By 4 he will drink

But he cannot feel it

Sleep will not come because

Sleep does not will it

And I don't believe him

Morning is mocking me

I wander the streets

Avoiding them eats

Till ring on my finger

Slips to the ground

A gift to the gutter

A gift to the city

The veins of which

Have broken me down

And I don't believe him

Morning is mocking me

The gods that he believes

Never fail to amaze me

He believes in the love

In his god of all things

But I find him wrapped up

In all manner of sins

The *** that deceive him

And the girls that believe him

I can't control you

I don't know you well

These are the reasons

I think that you're ill

I can't control you

I don't know you well

These are the reasons

I think that you're ill

And since last that we parted

Since last that

I saw him down by a river

Silent and hardened

Morning was mocking us

Blood hit the sky

I was just happy

My manic and I

He couldn't see me;

The sun was in his eyes

And birds were

Singing to calm us down

And birds were

Singing to calm us down

And I'm sorry young man

I cannot be your friend

I don't believe

In a fairytale end

I don't keep

My head up all of the time

I find it dull when

My heart meets my mind

And I hardly know you

I think I can tell

These are the reasons

I think that we're ill

I hardly know you

I think I can tell

These are the reasons

I think that I'm ill

And the gods that he believes

Never fail to disppoint me

And the gods that he believes

Never fail to disappoint me

My nihilist my happy man my manic

And I have no plans to move on

And the birds are

Singing to calm us down

And the birds are

Singing to calm us down