The xx - Cystalised.

You’ve applied the pressure, to have me crystallized.
And you’ve got the faith, that I could bring paradise.

I’ll forgive and forget, before I’m paralyzed.
Do I have to keep up the pace, to keep you satisfied.

Things have gotten closer to the sun, and I’ve done things in small doses,
So don’t think that I’m pushing you away,
When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest.

feel it.

Go slow.