How To Dress Well - Tomb For Anatole lyrics

I want, this was Went off the goal Waiting by the worst of days Tie a line around your waist, stay Tie a line I buried my sense in the moon So alone, ‘cause all I could taste Yeah, yeah In mine, the TOMB FOR ANATOLE I was, was, was, was, was alone Why aren't you letting go? Let me go, go, go, go