Cradle – The Joy Formidable

I can’t see he says what he means.
I can’t say what he means when he says.
That I’ll pretend, I’ll pretty pretend,
when all I want to see is the end of this.

I can’t see he says what he means.
We’ll deal him stick and stones and apologies.
I wish, oh, I wish it was through.

Split the scars, get up off your knees.
Just lift the marks to new found kinesis.
I’ll pretend, I’ll pretty pretend,
when all I want to see is the end of this.

I wish, oh, I wish,
I wish the cobwebs would cover me,
cover me, cover me.

My vicious tongue cradles just one.
My vicious tongue cradles just one.