• Breathe Me
  • Chandelier
  • Elastic Heart
  • Cheap Thrills
  • Sunday
  • Clap Your Hands
  • Big Girls Cry
  • The Greatest
  • Don't Bring Me Down
  • Numb
  • I Go to Sleep
  • Moon
  • The Girl You Lost to Cocaine
  • Rewrite
  • Soon We'll Be Found
  • Alive
  • The Bully
  • Natale's Song
  • Eye of the Needle
  • Butterflies
  • Sweet Potato
  • Day Too Soon
  • You've Changed
  • I'm in Here
  • Fire Meet Gasoline
  • Burn the Pages
  • Little Black Sandals
  • Where I Belong
  • Lentil
  • The Church of What's Happening Now
  • You Have Been Loved
  • Hostage
  • Academia
  • Bird Set Free
  • Electric Bird
  • Straight for the Knife
  • The Fight
  • Free the Animal
  • Playground
  • Beautiful Calm Driving
  • Bring Night
  • Fair Game
  • Unstoppable
  • Stop Trying
  • Lullaby
  • Dressed in Black
  • Death by Chocolate
  • Buttons
  • Elastic Heart (feat. The Weeknd & Diplo)
  • Cellophane

She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease
She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, stands anticipating your thoughts

How can she become the psychic that she longs to be
To understand you
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be
To understand you

He brushes thoroughly
He knows she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the station
He waits atop the steps
He's brought with a mars bar
She will not buy nestle
And later he'll perform
A love-lorn serenade, a trade

How can he become the psychic that he longs to be
To understand you
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be
To understand you

So give her information to help her fill her holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin

Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and i need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm fading and placating, berate myself for staying

I'm a fool
I'm a fool

He greets this stranger meekly a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands, walk into the sunset

Do you like sweet potato