Into The Red - James Blake

The list of things I could live without

Grows longer as I move everything around

Behind all the furniture

Pointed toward her

To keep her in my sights

To keep her in my life

By all means, she can get ahead of herself

I’d already be there

I’ll already be there to meet her

She’s no traitor

I’ve got no chaser

For a leg up

I’ve got no chaser

She’s no traitor

For a joint account

She gave me everything that she had left

(She doesn’t buy)

Anything for herself

But for me, she goes way in, way in, way into the red

She saw every hand in my pocket

She sold her gold rush

She watched me lose face every day

Rather than lose me

She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush

She was the gold rush

She saw every hand in her pocket

And she sawed off every hand

(She doesn’t buy)

Anything for herself

But for me, she goes way in, way in, way into the red

She saw every hand in my pocket

She sold her gold rush

She watched me lose face every day

Rather than lose me

She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush

She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush

She was the gold rush, she was the gold rush

Oh, I haven’t been living until now

Even doing nothing I am making the most of somehow

And the credit goes to her

As the bad days become rare

Gotta keep her in my sights

Gotta keep her in my life

By all means, she can get ahead of herself

I’ll already be there

I’ll already be there to meet her