If you don't love me, then say you don't
I'd rather know than stay in the cold
Cause walking out in the morning fog
I felt a distance unmistakable
You weren't there anymore I can't stay on your street
I don't care anymore, just give me some relief
Gone like the rolling wind above the hills
The worst is still coming
Down from the valley below
You can't outrun the softest sound
This is not the sound of clarity
I'm just another sailor lost at sea
The ocean's open but its not empty
I've got provisions and two friends with me
But for a moment in the doorway up the street
I wanted more than my guitar and tired suite
But with nothing in the air to make it keep
I'm not the ghost here
I'm flesh and blood
Cut me down for real
Gone like the rolling wind above the hills
The worst is still coming
Down from the valley below
You can't outrun the softest sound
It only follows you around and lives in your head
Like a fever too hot that you can't out-sweat
And I wonder now, then again
My voice will echo
I don't wanna be some
Lonely hopeless Bridget Jones lover
Richard Curtis
I just want to meet you up on Notting Hill
Underneath the waves, crashing overhead
Pulled into the spit and washed out soon
Coming up for air, I'll find you there
Ducking in the shade, unsteady terrain
Barefoot on the quay and going down
Start off in Lagrange, the sweetest state
Gone like the rolling wind
Above the hills, the worst is still coming
Down from the valley below
You can't outrun the softest sound
It only follows you around and lives in your head
Like a fever too hot you can't out-sweat
And I promise you now and again
My voice will echo
Over hedgerows
Into the sea
Into the sea
If you don't love me then say you don't
Into the sea
Gone like the rolling wind above the hills
The worst is still
Coming