Texty: Jenny Owen Youngs. Transmitter Failure. Led To The Sea.

Wake up alone,
oh you do what you're told;
It keeps coming, coming.
Matter of fact,
I liked you like that,
But I'm done in, done in.

Followed your breadcrumbs,
they led to the sea.
Followed your breadcrumbs,
led to the sea, sea, sea...

Observe exhibit A,
who never learned to stay
there's nothing in you for the life to hear,
pound it into the dirt,
to try and make it work.
You won't be happy till we've drowned in it.
We're never gonna fit.

Consider the trade,
your promises made were worth nothing, nothing.
Whatever you say,
we're walking away.
You're still running...running (darling)

Followed your breadcrumbs,
they led to the sea.
Followed your breadcrumbs,
led to the sea, sea, sea...

Observe exhibit A,
who never learned to stay
there's nothing in you for the life to hear,
pound it into the dirt,
to try and make it work.
You won't be happy till we've drowned in it
we're never gonna fit.

Waited too long,
did everything wrong,
Said don't worry, it's not me.
You got what you want
and you're not gonna start saying sorry, sorry.

Followed your breadcrumbs,
they led to the sea (sea).
Followed your breadcrumbs,
led to the sea (sea), sea (sea).
Followed your breadcrumbs,
it led to the sea (sea), sea (sea), sea (sea)