So I heard stolen songs
And the sirens sing along from out at sea.
And we close our eyes and turn to watch them leave.
You are not to blame for what happens to me.

So you know where I'm from
And you know just what I've done and what I've seen.
And what I will become if I'm cut free.
And you are not to blame for what happens to me.

And the feathers on your breath
Dance along the wind and cut my chest.
I'd follow you down any rabbit hole.
And the bruise beneath your eyes has been growing like the tide.

Well no matter how this ends
They'll never be a crutch the way I am.
I'd follow you down any rabbit hole.
Come find me when I sleep
And tie anchors 'round my feet.