Bedbound by Summer - Hymns Lyrics

I romanticise the turn of Autumn
I dust the pictures on the shelf
Take a slow walk through the cemetery and think about death
It's probably just lack of sleep but it's getting hard to breathe
Standing seems like an effort
So I'm heading back to bed for an hour or two of peace

I stole you a crucifix on a Summer night
So your child wasn't born under a bad sign

I spend my evenings in the woods in a skeleton mask
Scaring the shit out of neighbourhood kids from my past
I guess it would be more rational to talk things out
But I'd stumble over my words again and they'd just continue to laugh

If I had the chance to be left with no regrets
I'm pretty sure that I'd have very little left