Burn My Clothes, Bury My Crown - Live - Isaac Gracie

How loud would I have to scream,

To make a sound, to let you know?

How tenderly would I have to whisper,

That's it's ok, that we can go?

But how cold the touch of your tongue,

Your weighted words make no sound.

But how violent must my loneliness become,

To burn my clothes, bury my crown?

Cos would it be enough for you to love me,

And would I be enough for you?

How reckless is the heart that bleeds for love,

That knows the warmth, that knows the taste,

And how blessed is the diamond in the rough, who would offer her embrace?

And how foolishly the lonely mind can wander,

And blinding lights falling down.

And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner,

So burn my clothes, and burn my crown.

Cos would it be enough for you to love me?

Oh no, it wouldn't,

I'd never be enough for you...