[00:31.12]And the sea is calling to her: "Come alone"
[00:37.93]As she dials a number with her fingers on her phone
[00:44.14]And her keys are falling from her coat
[00:50.52]As I weave my fingers round her perfumed throat
[00:56.44]
[00:57.24]No I can't give her what she wants
[01:04.87]I can't give her what she really needs
[01:10.30]
[01:11.56]I can't give her what she wants
[01:18.61]It'd push her away
[01:22.02]
[01:23.63]So I turn my attention to the bruise that's on her fist
[01:30.40]Feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist
[01:36.85]And the flames are crawling round the note she wrote
[01:43.54]Flickering like fingers round the lining of her coat
[01:49.03]
[01:49.74]No I can't give her what she wants
[01:57.52]I can't give her what she really needs
[02:02.65]
[02:04.09]I can't give her what she wants
[02:11.35]It'd push her away
[02:14.60]
[02:44.13]And I see her silhouette on every street
[02:51.06]Hear the clatter of her pretty, pretty feet
[02:57.26]And all that's left is ashes of her sorry little note
[03:03.92]So nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote
[03:09.47]
[03:10.42]No I can't give her what she wants
[03:17.98]I can't give her what she really needs
[03:23.75]
[03:24.68]And I can't give her what she wants
[03:31.86]It'd push her away
[03:38.41]Away
[03:45.06]Away
[03:51.53]Away
[03:58.13]Away
[04:04.67]Away
[04:11.25]Away