Svavar Knútur - Emotional Anorexic - Lyric Video

Svavar Knútur is a firm believer in the constructive, wholesome and helpful breakup song. Emotional Anorexic explores the insecurities and traumas that cause a man to freak out and feel insufficient and unworthy of love, faced with a wonderful partner, that is full of intelligence, beauty and grace. To be honest about one's fear and insecurities is an important first step in becoming a better partner. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable my friends. Recorded at Studio Hljóðverk and Studio Bambus. Producer: Bassi Olafsson Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocals: Svavar Knútur Vocals: Helene Bøksle Drums, percussion: Bassi Olafsson Bass, Synths: Örn Ýmir Arason Synths, Piano: Stefán Örn Gunnlaugsson Cello: Unnur Jónsdóttir Viola: Karl James Pestka Violin: Sigrún K. Jónsdóttir Lots of wonderful backing vocals: Kristjana Stefansdottir, Valgerður Jónsdóttir, Berta Dröfn Ómarsdóttir, Tryggvi Heiðar Gunnarsson, Örn Ýmir Arason, Stefán Örn Gunnlaugsson. Visit www.svavarknutur.com for more information on upcoming releases and touring. Listen to the song anywhere you like from this link: https://bfan.link/emotional-anorexic-1 Facebook.com/svavarknutur Instagram.com/svavarknutur Lyrics: Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here As I toss and I turn in my bed I long for your touch and I miss you so much And the silence has torn me to shreds But even in longing, I still feel the pronging Of misery's poisonous claws When in your perfection I catch my reflection And in it my numerous flaws Babe, don't be afraid You know I love you with all of my heart Please come back to me Don't let those wicked thoughts tear us apart You're brave and you're strong, I am timid and wrong You're a diamond and I am but coal You're the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar You're a nightingale I am a mole Babe, don't think that way These are the demons that bite at your soul Please, listen to me You're losing your mind and you're out of control Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse As I can't hold these bad thoughts at bay So I'll whine and I'll moan and I'll cry on the phone 'Till I finally drive you away And then I will ride with my deflated pride And the warmth of the blood in my shoe 'Till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar Will be all that reminds me of you