Come on, skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Right in the moment, this order's tall
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind
And in the morning, I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full
So slow on the split
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
Then who the Hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?
Come on, skinny love
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Right in the moment, this order's tall
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind
And in the morning, I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full
So slow on the split
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
Then who the Hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?
Come on, skinny love
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
My, my, my – my, my, my – my, my, my, my
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenrePop, Ethnic/Folk
Rank−
Duration00:05:09
Charts
Copyright ©Kobalt Music Publishing
WriterJustin Deyarmond Edison Vernon
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedMarch 15th, 2011
Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
AboutThis track is Birdy's debut single. It was originally performed by Bon Iver and written by Justin DeYarmond Vernon.
Album Details
Now That's What I Call Music, Vol. 42 / track 18
Now That's What I Call Music (New Zealand) compilation series
Now That's What I Call Music (New Zealand) compilation series