What Lovers Do - The Damn Choir
Written by：Gordon Robertson/Kathryn Myers
The things that you do
And I've grown used to
Like sand sing my hands
You fall from the room
You shatter outside
I'll pick you up inside
Say this must be what lovers do
What lovers do
And I think it's true
That I hy miss you
Like a widow's arms miss
Her lover who's gone down
To places unknown
In the ground rest his bones
Rest his
And I know that you're mad
But I won't be your preaching dad
Because there's some form of truth
That fell from me and you
And I caught it with my eyes
And I kept it all inside
Because I thought that's what lovers do
And lovers do
And I think it's true
That I hy miss you
Like a widow's arms miss
Her lover who's gone down
To places unknown
In the ground rest his bones
Rest his
Say I don't know the truth
There's no victories left in you
When that things I don't say
Most of all I'll never do
So I shouldn't be surprised
When I kept it all inside
And I failed like most lover do
Lovers do
And I think it's true
That I hy miss you
Like a widow's arms miss
Her lover who's gone down
To places unknown
In the ground rest his bones
Rest his bones
Rest his bones
Rest his bones
His bones