| Song | Songbird |
| Artist | Natalie Duncan |
| Album | Devil In Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's getting much colder beyond | |
| the sky's bright light | |
| I see white smoke fading. | |
| Upon last summer’s sun, | |
| dissolving into honey I let | |
| my lonely bones speak louder. | |
| And I can't tell the colour | |
| of your eyes, but I feel them | |
| burn a fire through my skin. | |
| And the rain runs up | |
| and down my gutters, | |
| you hang inside me, | |
| build my sweet ruin. | |
| Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
| this home wasn't made for one. | |
| Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
| it crawls into my steel heart. | |
| And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
| with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
| And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
| you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver | |
| like black ice on my grave. | |
| Ooh, ooh... | |
| Its heavy in my blood | |
| I am no longer light, | |
| I feel lead in my chest. | |
| Running by the freight trains, | |
| I'm hiding with the homely | |
| in their cardboard beds. | |
| And I wish I had the touch | |
| of your hands but I feel them | |
| running a symphony. | |
| And I wish I knew you | |
| like I knew your songs, | |
| but I'm just a wretch | |
| resting on your chords. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| You are my saving grace the songbird | |
| that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
| I want to cherish you for longer | |
| than your wings will let you fly. |
| It' s getting much colder beyond | |
| the sky' s bright light | |
| I see white smoke fading. | |
| Upon last summer' s sun, | |
| dissolving into honey I let | |
| my lonely bones speak louder. | |
| And I can' t tell the colour | |
| of your eyes, but I feel them | |
| burn a fire through my skin. | |
| And the rain runs up | |
| and down my gutters, | |
| you hang inside me, | |
| build my sweet ruin. | |
| Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
| this home wasn' t made for one. | |
| Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
| it crawls into my steel heart. | |
| And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
| with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
| And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
| you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver | |
| like black ice on my grave. | |
| Ooh, ooh... | |
| Its heavy in my blood | |
| I am no longer light, | |
| I feel lead in my chest. | |
| Running by the freight trains, | |
| I' m hiding with the homely | |
| in their cardboard beds. | |
| And I wish I had the touch | |
| of your hands but I feel them | |
| running a symphony. | |
| And I wish I knew you | |
| like I knew your songs, | |
| but I' m just a wretch | |
| resting on your chords. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| You are my saving grace the songbird | |
| that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
| I want to cherish you for longer | |
| than your wings will let you fly. |
| It' s getting much colder beyond | |
| the sky' s bright light | |
| I see white smoke fading. | |
| Upon last summer' s sun, | |
| dissolving into honey I let | |
| my lonely bones speak louder. | |
| And I can' t tell the colour | |
| of your eyes, but I feel them | |
| burn a fire through my skin. | |
| And the rain runs up | |
| and down my gutters, | |
| you hang inside me, | |
| build my sweet ruin. | |
| Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
| this home wasn' t made for one. | |
| Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
| it crawls into my steel heart. | |
| And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
| with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
| And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
| you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver | |
| like black ice on my grave. | |
| Ooh, ooh... | |
| Its heavy in my blood | |
| I am no longer light, | |
| I feel lead in my chest. | |
| Running by the freight trains, | |
| I' m hiding with the homely | |
| in their cardboard beds. | |
| And I wish I had the touch | |
| of your hands but I feel them | |
| running a symphony. | |
| And I wish I knew you | |
| like I knew your songs, | |
| but I' m just a wretch | |
| resting on your chords. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| There is solitude on the river, | |
| she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
| You run through me and I shiver like | |
| black ice on my grave. | |
| You are my saving grace the songbird | |
| that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
| I want to cherish you for longer | |
| than your wings will let you fly. |