"Alabaster" lyrics

Flyte & Aimee Mann Lyrics

"Alabaster"

Alabaster
Are you coming around after?
We could light a candle
We could help it untangle
Won't you hold me, Alabaster? 'Cause I'm caught in a trap
I'm alone and the power's out
Home and she's not around
And we can fix it after
But the answer is

I know it's the wrong way to want you
But we're already here
And it's happening
The wounds are unfastening
It's a natural disaster
Alabaster

Round the corner
We can call from the car
I am losing my appetite
And I'm so tired
We're on a faultline
Half this city's on fire
Maybe just one last time
Maybe just one last time
Maybe just one last time

(I know it's the wrong way to want you)
'Cause we're already here
And it's happening
The wounds are unfastening
It's a natural disaster
Alabaster

We can fix it after
(It's a natural disaster)
We can fix it after
(Won't you hold me, Alabaster?)
We can fix it after


Writer(s): Miya Folick, William Taylor, Nicolas Hill
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