Souled Out's video: Laura Marling - My Manic and I Live DVD with Lyrics

Professionally filmed live performance. -LYRICS- If he wants to die in a lake in Geneva, the mountains can cover the shape of his nose. If he wants to die where nobody can see him, the beauty of his death will carry on so I don't believe him. He greets me with kisses When good days deceive him And sometimes with scorn And sometimes I believe him And sometimes I'm convinced that my friends think I'm crazy I get scared and call him but he's usually hazy. At one in the morning the day has not ended By two he is scared that sleep is no friend And by four he will drink but he cannot feel it Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it And I don't believe him, Morning is mocking me. I'll wander the streets avoiding them eats Til the ring on my finger slips to the ground. A gift to the gutter, A gift to the city, The veins of which have broken me down. And I don't believe him, Morning is mocking me. And the gods that he believes Never fail to amaze me. He believes in the love of his god of all things But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins. The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him: I can't control you, I don't know you well, These are the reasons I think that you're ill. I can't control you, I don't know you well, These are the reasons I think that you're ill. And since last time we parted, last that I saw him, Down by a river, silent and hardened Morning was mocking us Blood hit the sky I was just happy my manic and I. He couldnt see me the sun was in his eyes. And birds were singing to calm us down, And birds were singing to calm us down. And I'm sorry young man I cannot be your friend I don't believe in a fairytale end. I don't keep my head up all of the time, I find it dull when my heart meets my mind. And I hardly know you I think I can tell These are the reasons I think that we're ill. I hardly know you I think I can tell These are the reasons I think that I'm ill. And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me. The gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me. My nihilist, my happy man, my manic and I Have no plans to move on. But birds are singing to calm us down, And birds are singing to calm us down.