Loney dear - Hulls (live at Real World Studios)

These people, what are your friends for? You wish they could help you, you better get used to We don’t sleep much, we’re looking for trouble We saw town sides, I was your lover Now I hold back, when I talk to you. when I’m blacked out And you’re biased, cause I’m keeping you close to me I grab your arm hard, to make you hit me To make it hurt less, to even wait He is a madman, he is my trouble, It’s not right now, he is my burden I talk loud, I push right back, when he is my trouble, my trouble, To ask me to hit him, til words got out He is a madman, he is my trouble, He’s my sadness, he is my burden And the women, they sing in their low keys They sing how did they get here, I wish they could carry me over the waters But I cannot say anything, this is a secret, You took me out here, you walked on a limb for me He is my sadness, he’s my trouble It’s not right now, he’s my burden