Ed Harcourt

Ed Harcourt - Bleed A River Deep

When the clock strikes dead on midnight
Books fly through the hall
All the lampshades turn and rotate
She walks through the wall
With hands in pockets I search for rockets
That might light up the sky
Have become more withdrawn since I was first born
But I never know why
I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed
A river deep
If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours
And scratch your back for free
But it's been written, these nails are bitten
I know what I could be
I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed
A river deep