Birdy - Skinny Love

Come on skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here

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

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