Description

Pop rock, Medium tempo, quirky, international, European folk, mysterious, minor, Balkan folk, moody, dark, Male vocals, wordless group vocals, violin, strings, bass, drums, tambourine, pizzicato strings, piano, electric guitar

Lyrics

I think you're sick, and the silent treatment
Isn't clearing up the illness you've conceived
I had to leave, you know just what you've done
And keep doing

The sleeping in circles, baby
My God how dizzy you must be

Well I saw the devil in you
And I heard him too
In the reasons that you're calling me
Just set me free, don't know
If I'm asking that
Of you or me

I know that we don't have to talk
But I just don't know why I do

When all I hear is the backdrop of
The holes in which your lungs and liver dwell
Which of my friends you're eying down
In some strange attempt at sick revenge to try and make me see what I've been missing
And it just might work