Hulls

These people

What are your friends for?

You wished it could help you

You better get used to

We don't sleep much

We're looking for trouble

We saw a downside

I was your lover

Now I hold back

When I talk to you

When I'm blacked out

And you're biased

'Cause I'm keeping you close to me

I grab your arm hard

To make you hit me

To make it hurt less

To even wait here

And he's a madman

He's my trouble

It's not right, now

He's my burden

I talk loud

I push right back

When he's my trouble

My trouble

To ask me to hit him

Till words got out

He's a madman

He's my trouble

It's not right, now

He's my burden

And the women

They sing in their low keys

They sing, how did they get here?

I wish they could carry me over the waters

But I cannot say anything

This is a secret

You took me out here

You walked on a limb for me

And he's my sadness

He's my trouble

It's not right, now

He's my burden

And he's my trouble

I was your lover

I was your lover

And now he's over land and seas

Now he's over land and seas

Now he's over land and seas

He's my burden