Letras:
Mumford And Sons Other

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know This weakness

stole my heart and made me sing She tore me limb from limb I did not think that I could love Or be loved that way again How glad I was to be myself And

has robbed you of all your sight And now this land Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees At every turn The water runs away from me and the halo disappears And

and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head but it was not your fault but mine and

to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body And can you lie next to her And confess your love, your love As well as your folly And

There's a chip on your shoulder, girl And by God it'll make you fall If you let it take a part of your soul I see the love in your brother's eyes And