from the swamp

King Krule

It s informing claustrophobia
You ve been waiting for the end of the line
Where all those big bad thoughts go
I don t know where I slept last night
At least not insomnia
I won t go to sleep for a while
You always ask me: What s wrong with ya?
Deep rest for the third kind
I must forget you
To the back of my mind
Not to drown in my sorrow
Because if it s from the swamp then

Back it goes

I must have met you in another life
Or so it goes
If you think I m letting you wade on through
All of the emotions I own
Then if it s from the swamp
And back it goes
Well, if it s from the swamp
And back it goes

Back it goes
Back it goes
Back it goes
Back it goes