But I'm Not - Cocteau Twins

Sorrowful stories

I hear all that’s shown

His posturish shiver on his things

And she’s always known

Things from the forest die here

But I don’t

Dead forest things are offered here

But I’m not

Vassels live lies

Their faith never cries

Giving in, getting in Wishing what her sad grin finds

Things from the forest die here

But I don’t

Dead forest things are offered here

But I’m not