Louis Prince - The Number Thirteen lyrics

{Verse} And what's left to find In this happy, hollow world we've grown How do I confide? Am I missing anything? I hear the dead man coming I hear the dead man come and find me Drag me, threw me up again {Chorus} Hope it in your heart {?} to let it die Hope it in your heart Ooh Hope it in your heart {?} to let it die Ooh {Verse} Can I get you anything? Sun in the camera, king? Yes, you're tired and way too high to lift a cup of tea I was so surprised You look like nothing at all Great, black hole Still, the crowd goes wild {Chorus} Hope it in your heart {?} to let it die Hope it in your heart Ooh Hope it in your heart {?} to let it die Ooh {Instrumental}