Little Threads - Poliça

You leave me wanting

You leave me chasing after fire

Across the blazing hills, Hollywood

You’d leave me in the flood, you would

And I want to let go too, I do

Still matter more to you, it’s true

We’re hiding from your gaze

Then you find me and you say

«Why the hell you act so strange?»

Hmm, when no one’s watching

I mirror you with my mouth

Knowing every word’s a serpent’s turn

And the nihilist abounds

Splinter me into little threads, little threads

Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head

Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow

Man, sometimes only way I go

You leave me wanting

You leave me chasing after fire

Across the blazing hills, Hollywood

You’d leave me in the flood, you would

And I want to let go too, I do

Didn’t matter more to you, it’s true

We’re hiding from your gaze

Then you find me and you say

«Why the hell you act so strange?»

Hmm, of deep sadness

You’re humiliating me

Under the willow tree, remember him

I took my time to make my bed

Splinter me into little threads, little threads

Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head

Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow

Man, sometimes only way I go