Call me when they bury bodies underwater
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter father
It's easier to try not to eat
So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches
Anything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets
Just orbiting the vacuum I am
They talk me through the damage, consequence
And how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedside
I'm trying not to crush into sand
So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing
Wash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwater
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
Small Things' Beauty - Atlantic Lyrics
Small Things' Beauty - Atlantic Lyrics
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Call me when they bury bodies underwater
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter father
It's easier to try not to eat
So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches
Anything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets
Just orbiting the vacuum I am
They talk me through the damage, consequence
And how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedside
I'm trying not to crush into sand
So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing
Wash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwater
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter father
It's easier to try not to eat
So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches
Anything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets
Just orbiting the vacuum I am
They talk me through the damage, consequence
And how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedside
I'm trying not to crush into sand
So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing
Wash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwater
It's blue light over murder for me
Crumble like a temple built from future daughters
To wasteland when the oceans recede
Writer: ADAM PEDDER, LEO FAULKNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: Small Things' Beauty
Language: English
Length: 4:22
Written by: ADAM PEDDER, LEO FAULKNER