Testo: Badly Drawn Boy. Logic Of A Friend.

There's a feast, well prepared, at the table,
And a beast, licking holes, in your door,
Make a break just as soon as your able,
To run, get out of this hole, before it takes your soul

I don't know how to hide,
Keep my shadow alive,
It's easy to defend,
The logic of a friend
And i don't know how to tell, is it heaven or hell
That i'll be going to
Just as long as i'm there with you.

Theres a clock
Ticking slow, on the table
As the light, finds the cracks in your door
Make a break just as soon as your able
To run, hold on to your soul, before it take you whole

I don't know how to hide,
Keep my shadow alive,
It's easy to defend,
The logic of a friend
And i don't know how to tell, if it's heaven or hell
That i'll be going to
Just as long as i'm there with you