Eat My Soul - Shoreline

And there’s a trembling in your voice that feeds

A different viewpoint, that we’re separate things

The loneliest place you could ever imagine

Is the backseat of a van somewhere in England

Not in full light.

Would you rather be my friend

Or nothing at all?

Would you rather stay at home with nothing on

And eat my soul?

When are you coming home?

To the point where my body hates

The eight songs that my throat repeats

To the point where my body breaks, knee deep in dirt

I still love the tune

Would you rather be my friend

Or nothing at all?

Would you rather stay at home with nothing on

And eat my soul?

When are you coming home?