My Favourite Thing

Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and know the

Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes

Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey

Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shineYou're my favourite thing, the one that I love

You're the one so I'd die for your loveBlind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels

I'll open my heart won't fall apart, don't fall apart

You're my favourite thing, and I feel like letting go