The Number Thirteen - Louis Prince

And what’s left to find

In this happy, hollow world we’ve grown

How do I confide?

Am I missing anything?

I hear the dead man coming

I hear the dead man come and find me

Drag me, threw me up again

Hope it in your heart

to let it die

Hope it in your heart

Ooh

Hope it in your heart

to let it die

Ooh

Can I get you anything?

Sun in the camera, king?

Yes, you’re tired and way too high to lift a cup of tea

I was so surprised

You look like nothing at all

Great, black hole

Still, the crowd goes wild

Hope it in your heart

to let it die

Hope it in your heart

Ooh

Hope it in your heart

to let it die

Ooh