Black Spot - Local Natives

Oh no, I’m dying wrong, I can read it in the whites

And the thing is, I knew it before, I reopened my eyes

And if I didn’t know to be afraid

Their faces make me sure that I do now

As I sit and wait, as I sit and wait

Oh no, I’m dying wrong but I’m still laying here alive

With a black spot on my arm and so calm, I look inside

And I see the things I always knew

But wasn’t sure until now

That if he comes to claim, that if he comes to claim

I won’t run, I won’t run, I won’t run, I won’t run