Damien Rice Then Go (with Lisa)

Among the afflictions, With which I ve been marked, None so pretentious, no, And none quite so dark. I get the feeling you re bored with me, Not through habit or frequency, Did you mother have you easily And if there s some place else that you would rather be; Then go, Then go, Then go, Then go. Among the intentions, Which have been sought, Numbered and labelled, But none of them bought. I get the feeling you re testing me, You re saturated in urgency, And you stick your probe in further, But you re still not pleased, And if there s someplace else that you would rather be; Then go, Then go, Then go, Then go. Then go, Then go. Then go, go I would have lied for you, I would have cried for you, I crossed the line for you, I would have died for you.