Grime

Lily, my lullaby, you sing to me
Through the thunderstorm
You know you're the first of a kind
That's ever happened to me.
You've got a beautiful voice but do you know
It's been raining for years now.
It's been raining for years now
Before you, babe.

And I'm not your sacred dove
And you're not in love with me.
You're not in love with me, babe.
I'm choking up across the line
I'm sorry that it's so surprising
I wanted you to see me shining

Cocoon, are you far flown enough to see
I learned to love in a wicked way
There's someone I'm trying to be
And I get so proud, I begin to shout,
"You're no catastrophe,
I said you're no catastrophe. Do you hear me?"

And I'm not your sacred dove
And you're not in love with me.
You're not in love with me, babe.
Tend to heating home of mine
You're lovable in gold and grime
I just wanna be wrong this time.
And I'm not your sacred dove.
I'm not the one you love.
I'm not the one you love.