Savour It
Sarah Blasko, Ben Fletcher, David Hunt
You don’t have to say
I know you’re leaving
Coming down the stairs, I’m not a fool
It’s written on your face
I know you’re seething
But I have lost the nerve to beg for you
Say you’re coming up for air now
Only hope this time you’ll have a chance
To savour it
Savour it (x 3)
Well, I tell you that I’m fine
You don’t believe me
You think that this is all about you
I’ve pushed shit up a hill
And now I’m reeling
But I’m gonna cry and beg like a fool
See I’m coming up for air now
Only wish that we had learned then
To savour it
Savour it (x 3)
All that binds, coming undone
The pain as we unravel
All that blinds, coming undone
We breathe as we unravel
All that binds, coming undone
The pain as we unravel
All that blinds, coming undone
Savour it (x 3)