825. Overgrown - James Blake

I don't want you to know
I took it with me
But when things are thrown away like they are daily
Time passes in the constant state
So if that is how it is

I don't wanna be a star
But a stone on the shore
Long door, frame the wall
When everything's overgrown

But what she really really wanted was my rights in the rooms
And I wouldn't understand that I would try to play along