SONG FOR SUNDAY

alan villiers, sons of sinbad

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it's quiet company, it's quiet company

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it's quiet company, it's quiet company, it's quiet company

and I can't fall asleep without a little help

it takes awhile to settle down my ship of hopes

wait 'til the past leaks out

it takes an ocean not to break

it takes an ocean not to break

it takes an ocean not to break company

it's quite a company, it's quiet company

but I won't follow you into the rabbit hole

I said I would but then I saw the ship of woes

they didn't want me to

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it takes an ocean not to break

it takes an ocean not to break

it takes an ocean not to break

(terrible love, birdy) 

SONG FOR SUNDAY

come on skinny love just last the year

pour a little salt we were never here

my, my, my, my...

staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

i tell my love to wreck it all

cut out all the ropes and let me fall

my, my, my...

right in the moment this order's fall

i told you to be patient

i told you to be fine

i told you to be balanced

i told you to be kind

in the morning i'll be with you

but it will be a different "kind"

i'll be holding all the tickets

and you'll be owning all the fines

come on skinny love what happened here

suckle on the hope in lite brassiere

my, my, my...

sullen load is full; so slow on the split

i told you to be patient

i told you to be fine

i told you to be balanced

i told you to be kind

now all your love is wasted?

then who the hell was I?

now i'm breaking at the britches

and at the end of all your lines

who will love you?

who will fight?

who will fall far behind?

(birdy, skinny love, original by bon iver)