Birdcage
Ali Meredith-Lacey, Edward Tullett
For the record, I blame myself.
It went on and on, I let me lose.
All the best, I made it through
It went on and on and on without you.
On and on and on
Could you let me down?
I don’t feel it now,
I’m letting my head collapse on itself.
Could you need me now?
I can’t see how,
I think I’m forgetting how to breathe out.
For the record, I made my Hell,
It went on and on, I let it bloom.
For the best, I’ll stay in my room,
‘cause I’ll be better in the morning,
It goes on and on and on and on…
Could you let me down?
I don’t feel it now,
I’m letting my head collapse on itself.
Could you need me now?
I can’t see how,
I think I’m forgetting how to breathe out.
Don’t let it get you down.
Don’t let it get you down.
Don’t let it get you down.
Don’t let it get you down.