I don’t want you to know,
I took it with me.
But when things are thrown away like they are daily
time passes in the constant state
to if that is how it is

I don’t wanna be a star
but a stone on the shore
long door, frame the wall
when everything’s overgrown

But what she really really wanted was my rights in the rooms
I wouldn’t understand that I would try to play along.

James Blake, Overgrown