Alt-J - Get Better

Hallelujah
I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me
A cappella
I'm listening to you cover Elliot Smith's "Angeles"
It's these times I'll need if you go
It's these times I'll need if you go, so

Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better

I'm drawn to the motorway
The cold whoosh of trucks passing
This nighttime under sodium light
The orange spread is soul-quietening
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at The Serpentine
I am yours, you are mine

Happy birthday
Staff smuggled in a card I made
It rests under your pillow
When out of ICU
You'll cringe at all the 'I love you's
The card retired the life of one biro
At this time, I wanted you to know
At this time, I wanted you to know

Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better

I'll start the day with tiramisu
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at The Serpentine
I am yours, you are mine

You were the baker
I'll christen this new era
With the smell of freshly baked bread
Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar
You were always a fan of that spread
Six months on, there's a car crash outside
The fire brigade using the jaws of life
No flush at night to sound your return
I still pretend you're only out of sight

Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade
I was admonished and told to go back inside
From the living room window
I stand and watch the white sheet go
Over the family car and I close my eyes
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend

A younger me, a younger you
Meeting at The Serpentine
The beginning of spring, you wore those yellow ripped jeans
Your look defined my 2009
Your shyness stoked my boldness
"Shall we go in?", I smiled
Your hand warmed walking through the gallery

(Get better)
I know I will
(Get better)
My darling, I know I will

Written by:
Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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