Louis - Laura Gibson
Now I'm staring at the Hudson I am humming to
The passing trains
And I no longer miss the silence but
I miss your eyelids flickering
Should we give up the hunt become
The hunted ones instead
Won't the bells at st marks keep on
Groaning when we're dead either way
I still leave you every morning just to hide
Behind a turn of phrase
I still sleep through every chorus
I forget my way across the page
Should we give up the hunt
Become the hunted ones instead
Don't the stayers paint
The walls once the
Leaver has taken
Flight either way
You no longer come to greet
Me were you whispering at my return
Did I lose another baby
Did I lose my mind to chemicals
Did I give up the hunt
Become the hunted one instead
The only song I know to write goes look at me
Look at me look at me hey hey
