Burial + Four Tet + Thom Yorke

His Rope
Here's a tiny piece of you I saved I'll wait till the birds singing I cut a rope, step out In an instant it's all over I'm done Here's the tiny piece of you I saved Just enough rope Just enough rope Sex and death Total self-destruction Turn your body over To me Still awake in the morning mist Grab me some grace Grab me some grace You don't have to worry Forgiven and forgotten Move on Here's the tiny piecе of you I saved Maybe tomorrow In another city Whеre they don't know our name Drips of honey Eyes dilate We're losing our way Between From Letras Mania