Birch (feat. Eliza Shaddad)

I was a fool for you and
I went all round town
And when I finally saw you
My mouth began to make this sound
I called
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

It's not enough to hear you
Your voice will never do
I find I hate to be near you
I long to see this evening through
I called
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Editeur, Eliza Shaddad, Grace Chatto, Jack Robert Patterson, Neil Milan Amin-smith
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