Artist: Editors
Song: When Anger Shows

It creeps all over you
Like a dull ache
Think of all the things
Your hands could make

It pulls you to the ground
Like soaking wet clothes
The change in your face
When anger shows

In that moment you realise that
Something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

You are a sneeking liar
In your bed I will not wake you
You're the moment love has passed
We all must learn to hate you

You're a memory from before
Please don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door

In that moment you realise that
Something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else 

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work

How can you know

How can you know

How can you know 

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I just need you to tell me it's ok

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