Текст Brand New – Not The Sun

Please don’t be technology
So I can turn off your love
Like some cold machine

Don’t feed me scraps from your bed

Don’t be waves
Come and seal my fate, marine
Just pretend
That you want me

To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be mine

Don’t be that note I can’t hold
Don’t be that joke that I told and told
‘Til it got old

Don’t be that hand ’round my throat so I can’t breathe
Say you’re my friend
But why won’t you be my family?

And if you breed
Just don’t tell me

Be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe

We will celebrate
But we’ve gone faster
We’ll have our harmonies

Be my serene
Tell me you know what I mean
You’ve set on me but you are not the sun
You will not listen

How do they know that I am
(Burn it down)
I’m outside, I’m growing roots again
(Come around)
You’ve set on me but you are not the sun
You will not listen

Just pretend that you love me

And be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be my babe, to be my babe
To be mine