Tom Odell

I need one of these storms, One of these storms, One of these storms, To wash me clean.

Love, I have wounds, Only you can mend, You can mend. I guess that's love, I can't pretend.

Words they always win, but I know I 'll lose.

And I wanna fight, But I can't contend. I guess that's love, I can't pretend, I can't pretend.

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care But it's so cold and I don't know where I brought you daffodils in a pretty string But they won't flower like they did last spring.

And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight But my hands been broken, one too many times So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude Words they always win, but I know I'll lose.