You hold it, in your hands
And let it flow, this cruelty
Of youth as you fall again
Alone, In the compromise of truth
It's in the eyes
I can tell, you will always be danger
We had it tonight, why do you leave it open?
And the stakes remain too high
For this silent mind
And the shake, the lonely itch
That courses down my spine
To leave a love divine
Don't leave a love divine
It's a water tight excuse
It's in the eyes
I can tell, you will always be danger
We had it tonight, why do we always seek absolution?
It's in the eyes
I can tell you will always be danger
How does the earth around your feet
Just slip away?
And abandon, that greets you in the night
With snake eyes, the most precious kind
Written by: Ben Lovett, Marcus Mumford, Ted Dwane, Winston Marshall
Produced by: Mumford and Sons