Epilogue - Keaton Henson

Here’s to me

I’m on the edge of my seat

Bound to fall

But I’m hoping you fall into me

Here’s to us

Here’s to the ties that I’ve cut

Along the way

Here’s to the eyes that I’ve shut

Here’s to my soul

Here’s to the weight of my gold

Here’s to the words that I’ve sold

Here’s to the cold deep in my bones

Here’s to my door

Here’s to records that no one would pay for

Songs that I wrote and got laid for

Here’s to the floor

Here’s to the floor

Here’s to my rent

Here’s to the money I’ve spent on

Trying to do what I’m bent on

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

Emit emos eb yam dna edistuo gniog tsuj m’I