Hot Gates (Mumford & Sons)

There is no great thing, to stop and sing Waiting for the rain And this perfect pill, it's all too much On the edge again Don't look away Couldn't help but note the coldest thing In your precious face Why do you always speak when you have no grace In your precious face But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone At these hot gates you spit your vitriol Though you swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you constantly There's precious little else to me And though we cry, we must stay alive Another fragile edge, and a tender sound And then you went aground Near a duller blade, a promise out of sight There's nothing here for you tonight But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone At these hot gates you spit your vitriol Though you swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you constantly There's precious little else to me And though we cry, we must stay alive Let my blood only run out when my world decides There is no way out of your only life So run on, so run!