Hot Gates
MUMFORD & SONS · Wilder Mind 2015 · Track 12 of 12
Written by Ben Lovett, Marcus Mumford, Ted Dwane, Winston Marshall
There is no great thing, to stop and sing Waiting for the rain And this perfect pill, it's all too much On the edge again
Don't look away
Couldn't help but note a cold disdain In your precious face Why do you always speak when you have no grace In your precious face
But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone At these hot gates you spit your vitriol Though you swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you constantly There's precious little else to me And though we cry, we must stay alive
Another fragile edge, and a tender sound And then you went aground Near a duller blade, a promise out of sight There's nothing here for you tonight
But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone At these hot gates you spit your vitriol Though you swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you constantly There's precious little else to me And though we cry, we must stay alive
Let my blood only run out when my world decides There is no way out of your only life So run on, run on!