Byzantine - Wild Beasts

The mask has slipped

The power, the power has dripped

I could be told

A thousand «I love you’s» and they’d all be cold

Is this mechanical love?

It doesn’t feel how it should

The world is in flux

But somehow, somewhere we lost the crux

We could be known

To untold peoples and still be so alone

Is this mechanical love?

It doesn’t feel how it should

So darling

Just hold me like the wayward

You can’t console me

Without the warmth of your blood

Enough is enough

Giving up too much

Enough is enough

Baby, we lost touch