Little Brother

Turin Brakes

Relax, relax, relax...my little brother
all that you've been through...a lifetime
so cling on, cling on to me my little brother
and we'll laugh at the grand scheme of things...

Burned yourself down to the ground
you picked me out of from a crowd
you're losing it, I couldn't tell
'till you hung yourself

You hurt yourself, you burned the bridge
mole-hills turned to mountains in your way
I've been there, in solitude
but I could never save you that day
you got lost in the grand scheme of things

Burned yourself down to the ground
you picked me out of from a crowd
you're losing it, I couldn't tell
'till you hung yourself

But you are keeping me breathing
your voice is keeping me moving

There was a way out of this mess
plenty of time, find a new place
catch you some sunshine for your face
we were running on...empty
you killed yourself, but I was sleeping...