Will Yip - Black Ma** lyrics

I was staring through the stained gla** Into the procession of a black ma** Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers It's born beyond repair and unfit for an altar It's strange relating with the lamb to the slaughter But hey, do you really want to throw it away? Do you really want to throw it away? I'd do anything to make you stay We used to only take the back roads But now we found a distance shorter You used to call me darling Now you prefer more formal We used to get high and stare at the moon And wonder how long it would take to walk to But now that's like the distance between me and you But hey, do you really want to throw it away? Do you really want to throw it away? I'd do anything to make you stay For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer For just a little, just a little bit longer