Kult - Yvette

Here in the woods, it feels good in the afternoon
Free time slipping through fingers, an ant on a matchstick
Someone will throw a big stone
And time stretches so pleasantly

I say: “Let's go home, let's not tell anyone
About this great secret meant to hold us accountable”
Your energy today is breaking rocks apart
So let's go, let's begin the third part of the journey

Give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand now

You, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand now

And I met you yesterday when you were drunk
You really should have slept until morning
And all your friends left yesterday
Your gods have deceived you once again

And you know, you look worse than when we were running
Throwing fireworks at nuns in habits
All your friends left yesterday
Your gods have deceived you once again

Give, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand, maybe

You, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand, maybe

You sleep in your bed, wall to wall
I found a suitcase with your drawings
I remembered how we were in the woods, you know
Free time slipping through fingers, an ant on a matchstick

But here, just a few minutes until morning
I look out the window
And what to actually do, I wrestle with my thoughts
While you sleep in your bed, wall to wall

Give, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand again

You, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand again

Give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand now

You, you, give me your hand
Let me feel that you're with me
Give me your hand now