The Microphones
I’ll Not Contain You (Acoustic)
[Verse 1]
I'll not contain you
I  won't look for you in my room

[Verse 2]
Through  lengthy talks I'll not contain you
Through climbing arms I'll reach my loft
Through rotting skin I'll leave my coffin
Through  calloused work I will grow soft

[Verse 3]
My  eyes narrow towards a light
A blurry place where we hotly radiate
Things  are never concrete there and we never die
Not a heavenly illusion, just Earthly fate

[Outro]
And here I'll not contain you
I'll not contain you
And  here I'll not contain you