Surrender - Wintersleep

Thirty six years now

Halfway to my tomb

In this flesh I have

Grown accustomed to

You can see the way

Irretrievably doomed

Darling, I’m still consumed by you

I’m consumed

Consumed

Consumed

Fingers on the teeth

The telephone call

I just wanna hear you

Say nothing at all

Just breath and beating

The space in the room

Just as you whisper

That we are doomed

I surrender to you

I surrender to you

I surrender to you

I loved you before

I ever knew

What the teeth would feel like

What the bite would do

I loved you before

I felt my doom

My past, my future

Fold in to you

I surrender to you

I surrender to you

I surrender to you

Consumed

Consumed

I’m consumed