Fake Calder, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

Benjamin was on the road
He sent me a message, said that he missed me
The weekend was grey
The morning brought a dampening mist
And your eyes were watering with the breeze
The minutes slipped in the space between
Pull me nearer to you
Our stomachs rumbled, in the morning I put
Birds in baskets, you made the bed
I've always had more words
Than with which I knew what to do
But now none of them even nearly suffice
I laughed while you just closed your eyes
Catch me under your spell
I don't ever wanna see her landing
Skyscraper number twenty-two
Face-down on the bathroom floor
I don't ever wanna see her landing
And your cat left a scratch right across my left arm
I handled your hair into a tangle of knots
And I'm not gonna lie
I laid the lightest load at your feet
And now I feel so f*cking defeated
And now the cycles all just repeated
Pull me back into you