Folding Stars - Biffy Clyro

Take a long hard look at yourself

How did you end up here

The blood drips like red inverted balloons

Tomorrow is a promise to no-one

If you want, follow me and I’ll lead you inside

You don’t have to run and hide

Eleanor, Eleanor

I would do anything for another minute with you because

It’s not getting easier, it’s not getting easier

In a bedroom with no windows or doors

All the happy people are crying

You can’t hold a gaze for a second or two

It always ends in total darkness

Eleanor, Eleanor

I would do anything for another minute with you because

It’s not getting easier, it’s not gettig easier

You will be folding stars

You can’t even understand

It’s not getting easier, it’s not getting easier

It ends in a place with no love only hate

And a mirror reflecting the truth

In your eyes, in your face you can’t wash it away

From your cold, cold heart

I hope that you’re folding stars