Texty: Cardigans. First Band On The Moon. Choke.

A common line, I closed my eyes
But couldn't let it go
The perfect time, I dropped my guard
And lost but won somehow

It's rather sad, it feels like
We've never made it together since

One word ahead and you'd be dead
I held you in my throat
I stumble by attached to you
I couldn't let it go

It's rather sad, it feels like
We've never made it together since

It's rather sad, it's really sad, it feels like
We've never made it together since

We'll never have the guts to discover
We'll choke on it and die