Quit With Me - Lucy Wainwright Roche, Matthew Perryman Jones

Quit with me

There is no closer

We will grow to be

I look out every night

Across the sea

And wait to see you hide

Your highest, lowest, reddest tide

Quit with me

Quit with me

We came to be

A misdiverted giant galaxy

Provinces rose and art and industry

That kept the lights on bright

We’d see them walking home at night

And then the trees

All blooming effortlessly

'Round our knees

Reaches of every kind

Free of disease and wounds with endearment

You were my love

You were my friend

We lost it all

We’re on an island now

That’s worse than small

When I come home it’s hard to spot it all

I swear I tried to make it out

To reach across, to hear you now

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Quit with me

There is no closer

We will grow to be

You are a burning, bleeding part of me

One thing I know is true

The path I walked was laid by you

So quit with me

Quit with me, ah-oh

Quit with me

Quit with me, ah-oh (ah-oh-ah)