His Rope – Burial, Four Tet & Thom Yorke

Here’s a tiny piece of you I saved
I’ll wait till the birds singing
I cut a rope, step out
In an instant it’s all over
I’m done
Here’s the tiny piece of you I saved
Just enough rope
Just enough rope
Sex and death
Total self-destruction
Turn your body over
To me

Still awake in the morning mist
Grab me some grace
Grab me some grace
You don’t have to worry
Forgiven and forgotten
Move on

Here’s the tiny piece of you I saved
Maybe tomorrow
In another city
Where they don’t know our name
Drips of honey
Eyes dilate
We’re losing our way
Between