Soft Underbelly
Ella Smoker, Torin Umrigar
Those warm hands and soft underbelly
Watch you get up and get yourself ready
Your words so translucent
No excuses
They’re all fucking useless
When I’m gone
Don’t hold on
It’s all wrong
When I’m gone
Don’t hold on
It’s all wrong
The days start to weigh down
Those warm hands and soft underbelly
Watch you get up and get yourself ready
Your words so translucent
No excuses
They’re all fucking useless
When I’m gone
When I’m gone
Gone
Gone
When I’m gone
I’m
Gone
Ah
Those warm hands and soft underbelly
Watch you get up and get yourself ready
Your words so translucent
No excuses
They’re all fucking useless