James Blake - Into The Red

The list of things I could live without Grows longer as I move everything around Behind all the furniture Pointed toward her To keep her in my sights To keep her in my life By all means, she can get ahead of herself I had already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser For a little cup I've got no chaser She's no traitor For a joint account She gave me everything that she had left (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me, she goes Way-in way-in-way-in into the red She saw every hand in my pocket She sold her gold rush She watched me lose face every day Rather than lose me She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush She was the gold rush She sold every hand in her pocket And she sawed off every hand (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me, she goes Way-in way-in-way-in into the red She saw every hand in my pocket She sold her gold rush She watched me lose face every day Rather than lose me She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush She was the gold rush She was the gold rush She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush What have you been believing until now? You can do nothing, I am making up For most of somehow And the credit goes to her It's the bad day speaking red Gotta keep her in my sights Gotta keep her in my life By all means, she can get ahead of herself I had already be there I'll already be there to meet her