Ben Howard Esmerelda
Oh Blinding, Now I see
I could not hold you.
My orange tree lived in the darkened room
from three words to share.
Maybe you were free before my blackened wing covered you
I took the sing from your song
I made a bed where you don't belong.
Call me (Let go of me?)
She fell beneath the wheels to help me up
Black sea, I failed to be a light you found alone
Hold me, She fell beneath the wheels to help me up
Black Sea, the monster killed the melody of love.
And now I'm going places on my own
Blinded, now I see the death, moves amongst us
and with such ease surround us
These silent beasts so hard to bare.
Lonely, oh no not me
I have a grave to dig
Fast moving feet
You gave me light where it once was gone
I made a bed, where we don't belong.
