Testo Now, Now You Don't Statemachine
Iâm prone to hunger
Youâre prone to leaving
Escaping nothing
While getting nowhere
Your constant running
My constant wanting
Achieving nothing
By being nothing
Will you come my way?
Will I come yours?
Now you love me
Now you donât
Will you come round?
Will I go down?
Now you love me
Now you donât
By suppressing hope
By suppressing truth
I remain in tune
With this song weâre singing
For all I know
Itâs the end of me
Am I for or against?
I canât trust myself