Keaton Henson - To Death lyrics

How is the sex, love
Hope it's the best of him
How does it feel, love
Not knowing where he's been

And it hurts more with every breath
But more than that baby I miss you to death

How is your soul, girl
Hope it's not burning in your head
How does he talk, love
When you're both lying in his bed

And it burns more with every breath
But more than that baby, I miss you to death