Grime

Lily, my lullaby, you sing to me Through the thunderstorm You know you're the first of a kind That's ever happened to me. You've got a beautiful voice but do you know It's been raining for years now. It's been raining for years now Before you, babe. And I'm not your sacred dove And you're not in love with me. You're not in love with me, babe. I'm choking up across the line I'm sorry that it's so surprising I wanted you to see me shining Cocoon, are you far flown enough to see I learned to love in a wicked way There's someone I'm trying to be And I get so proud, I begin to shout, "You're no catastrophe, I said you're no catastrophe. Do you hear me?" And I'm not your sacred dove And you're not in love with me. You're not in love with me, babe. Tend to heating home of mine You're lovable in gold and grime I just wanna be wrong this time. And I'm not your sacred dove. I'm not the one you love. I'm not the one you love.