Burial, Four Tet, Thom Yorke - His Rope

Here's the tiny piece of you I saved
I awake to the birds singing
I cut the rope
Step out
In an instant it's all over
I'm done

Here's the tiny piece of you I saved
Just enough rope
Just enough rope
Sex and death
Total self-destruction
Turn your body over
To me

Still awake in the morning mist
Grant me some grace
Grant me some grace
You don't have to worry
Forgiven and forgotten
Move on

Herе's the tiny piece of you I savе
Maybe tomorrow
In another city
Where they don't know our names
Drips of honey
Eyes dilate
And losing our way
Between