Late - Live At The White Building, London / 2013

Of all the pieces We were leaning for The middle of the life Is one we know no more We need to know no more And i am a stone That you are shaping out Carving up bone To form a face so proud For on the inside round Holding reason Nothing i can say seems right Hollow feeling Hidden any last respite New weight leaning You're never gonna get this right Hand on womb In white so clean A national gesture For the bride in me Oh for the child beneath A merge with plaster In a nursery world Redeeming the features As a family fault Believe the warning call Holding reason Nothing i can say seems right Hollow feeling Hidden any last respite New weight leaning You're never gonna get this right Holding reason Nothing i can say seems right Hollow feeling Hidden any last respite New weight leaning You're never gonna get this right Although i'd feeling nothing to Beating every part of you Oh if i'd known i'd feel such remorse We'd be trading an outlook for yours All that i say and what i do Will never be enough for you Oh i could be someone adored Can be draining the red from your pores Holding reason Nothing i can say seems right Hollow feeling Hidden any last respite New weight leaning You're never gonna get this right Holding reason Nothing i can say seems right Hollow feeling Hidden any last respite New weight leaning You're never gonna get this right