If you don't love me, then say you don't I'd rather know than stay in the cold Cause walking out in the morning fog I felt a distance unmistakable You weren't there anymore I can't stay on your street I don't care anymore, just give me some relief Gone like the rolling wind above the hills The worst is still coming Down from the valley below You can't outrun the softest sound This is not the sound of clarity I'm just another sailor lost at sea The ocean's open but its not empty I've got provisions and two friends with me But for a moment in the doorway up the street I wanted more than my guitar and tired suite But with nothing in the air to make it keep I'm not the ghost here I'm flesh and blood Cut me down for real Gone like the rolling wind above the hills The worst is still coming Down from the valley below You can't outrun the softest sound It only follows you around and lives in your head Like a fever too hot that you can't out-sweat And I wonder now, then again My voice will echo I don't wanna be some Lonely hopeless Bridget Jones lover Richard Curtis I just want to meet you up on Notting Hill Underneath the waves, crashing overhead Pulled into the spit and washed out soon Coming up for air, I'll find you there Ducking in the shade, unsteady terrain Barefoot on the quay and going down Start off in Lagrange, the sweetest state Gone like the rolling wind Above the hills, the worst is still coming Down from the valley below You can't outrun the softest sound It only follows you around and lives in your head Like a fever too hot you can't out-sweat And I promise you now and again My voice will echo Over hedgerows Into the sea Into the sea If you don't love me then say you don't Into the sea Gone like the rolling wind above the hills The worst is still Coming