Hiroshima - Blake Mills

Feels like Hiroshima

Coming in for a day

We both stay alive well okay

Feels like Hiroshima

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do

Nothing I wouldn’t do

There’s nothing in the world that I would not do

There’s nothing left to do

It comes like a heart attack

Somehow worries attract my check

Feels like a heart attack

I find it comforting

It’s just a matter of when

For something or if it happens again

Feels like Hiroshima