Текст: Holly Miranda. Magician's Private Library. Slow Burn Treason.

You wake up and you're next to nothing
But the weight of the world is on your side
Most days you don't even notice
But that's a lie

And all you want is her eyes on you
All you need is one hand deep inside
Outside, the wind, she's screaming
The windows shake and you cry

But who's gonna feel you?
And who's gonna need you?

And in between there's always someone
They don't get you but you reach and smile
And maybe this slow burn treason
Is better than the crash of a quick rise

So brave, the cold and close your mouth
I'll bite your tongue if you'll bite mine
Yeah, lay your head on my legs, babe
Everything is fine except the time

But who's gonna feel you?
And who's gonna feel you?
Who's gonna feel you?
Who's gonna need you?

Who's gonna want you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna love you?
Who's gonna tease you? Who?

Wake up and you're next to nothing
But the weight of the world is on your side
And most days you don't even notice
But that's a lie