“This ain’t love,
it’s clear to see,
but darling,
stay with me.”

afraid (she)
by me

brushing past the consequence of love
casually dressed and ready
leave before that glare,
of morning, hits
the atmosphere
fools us into believing

we take what we can
like bandits
like gypsy thieves
all open mouths and tongues
forget my name
forget the sun, baby
run run run

penning a note explaining,
lingering by the pot of coffee
you prefer tea, one
sugar spinning round
but I reach for something stronger
like love
second chances left at the side of the road

wish you’d turn away
not catch me standing here,
like this
with so much left to say

Stay With Me (live) :: Angus & Julia Stone

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