Crickets - Sondre Lerche

Told off so terribly loud

Cut off my hand as I reached for the fire

Sound sleep so terribly foul

Foresaw the end of an era

We’re singing a song for the crickets

We’re singing a song for the crickets

You look suspicious

I’ve no suspicion

Can’t deal the dark cards

Can’t tame the night hawks

Can’t overcome our fall

Out late with all the undead

Kicking myself as we blow through the gates

Murmuring brook in my head

Sweet little nothings, verbatim

We’re singing a song for the crickets

We’re singing a song for the crickets

You look suspicious

I’ve no suspicion

Can’t deal the dark cards

Can’t tame the night hawks

Can’t overcome our fall

Say it to yourself in a different voice

Say it to yourself in a different voice

Say it to yourself in a different voice than yours

Say it to yourself in a different voice

Say it to yourself in a different voice

Say it to yourself in a different voice than yours

We’re singing a song for the crickets

We’re singing a song for the crickets

You look suspicious

I’ve no suspicion

Can’t deal the dark cards

Can’t tame the night hawks

Can’t overcome our fall

Is it the truth you don’t approve?

Is it too good to you, to you, to you, to you?

Is it the truth you don’t approve

It is too good to you, to you, to you, to you