Interim of Sense
Ben Howard
I am making something for you
For all the things I never said
I am making a world for you
In the interim of sense
Byzantium leaving
Oh, I was honest
In living this way
Byzantium leaving
More than I could say
I am baking on the balcony
But tomorrow I will paint a picture
I am baking on the balcony
But tomorrow I will paint you a picture
I'll paint a picture
From the ashes
I am making something for you
For all the things I never said
I am making something for you
For all the things that are left
Byzantium leaving
Oh, I was honest
When I could not stay
Living this way
Byzantium leaving
Oh, I couldn't stay awake
Byzantium leaving
In the crescent of my father's shape
In the ashes of the leaves
I was leaving
Well' I could not stay
Living this way