Not If I See You First Songtext
von Good Weather for Airstrikes

When I was just a child I thought I could tell the future
Heartbroken I was when I realized I was nothing special
Sometimes I find myself longing for that naivety
Fingers stained from mustard, not from all this nicotine
When my hands were shovels, not vessels for impurities
And nothing seemed to matter but the trees, the sky, my brother and me
I know this past summer we fought more than ever
I′m trying to be better but I've still a long way to go


Oh brother don′t leave me here
Without you I am nothing but my bones, my blood, my guilt
I always knew I'd let you down
Please don't give up on me
One day I′ll make you proud

Oh brother don′t leave me here
Dear brother don't leave me here
Oh brother don′t leave me here
Dear brother don't leave me here