Sweet Spot - Wild Beasts

The sweetest spot

When it’s gone, it’s gone

Don’t make me suffer for that

Just to love me

A final dividend

Between the hurt and the tell of song

Between the flesh and the fondest wrong

There is a gardless state

Where the real and the dream may consummate

The sweetest spot

When it’s gone, it’s gone

Don’t make me suffer for that

Just to love me

A final dividend

Between the wound and end

Between the break and the mend

Between the want and the get

Between bone dry and the dripping wet

It’s in the holy ghost of air

Between two hands held in prayer

There is a gardless state

Where the real and the dream may consummate

The sweetest spot

When it’s gone, it’s gone

Don’t make me suffer for that

Just to love me

A final dividend