1. |
Thump
03:16
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You don't sing well
and yet I'd have you sing in my ear,
for hours again
While the
Thump thump thump
of my
Heart heart heart
warms and revives
the resin in that old, wood bed-frame
And the whole thing comes alive
and sprouts branches,
grows leaves and carves
into the space between us,
and well, there ain't much, but
You wouldn't notice 'cause you'd be singing
poorly in my ear.
And I'd be pressed and grasping your hand still,
the shiver, the impossibility.
While the
Thump thump thump
of my
Heart heart heart
warms and revives
the resin in that old, wood bed-frame
And the trunk it shoots up
the world is born, and roars
while we, we dangle perilously
The January grey, a woolen coat
of sky around us.
While the
Thump thump thump
of my
Heart heart heart
warms and revives
the resin in that old, wood bed-frame
Well, first we're in a bed
and then we're in a tree
and now we're in the sky,
so merrily.
Well stranger things have happened my dear,
let's never come down.
While the
Thump thump thump
of my
Heart heart heart
warms and revives
the resin in that old, wood bed-frame
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2. |
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I'd love to say I love you
like I love Sundays.
I'd love to say I love you
like I love my mother's ways.
But that wouldn't be quite true,
would it?
But that wouldn't be quite true,
would it?
I'd love to say I love you
like watching bruise's colour change.
I'd love to say I love you
like a phrase from a novel
that stays with you for days.
But that wouldn't be quite true,
would it?
But that wouldn't be quite true,
would it?
I want you,
that's true.
I want you to finish what you began.
'Cause, every time I see the edges of you
walking through that door
my limbs get heavy as though
gravity is holding me closer.
Stop skimming around me
giving me half-finished questions
and half-started answers
and breaths that I hold
'cause I want them to land
in the crook of your neck
while I tell you all my secrets,
tell you all my secrets.
I'd love to say I love you
I'd love to say I love you
I'd love to say I love you
I'd love to say I love you
I'd love to say I love you
'cos you're stuck in my skin.
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3. |
Tip Tap
02:21
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Tip tap fingertips on the top of tables
and a wall of empty bottles perched like birds
who used to tweet tweet tweet in the back of his garden
while he'd eat eat eat with his Mama watching
with those old, green eyes
that tried, tried, tried
So hard when the money didn't come
and when his Daddy came down like a ton
of bricks in their own little ship
and they swayed and they sank
and they dipped, dipped, dipped.
But oh how she tried,
oh how she tried,
oh how she tried,
oh how she tried.
With a tip tap fingertips on the top of tables
and a wall of empty bottles perched like birds
who used to tweet tweet tweet in the back of his garden
while he'd eat eat eat with his Mama watching
with those old, green eyes
that tried, tried, tried.
And she swore that his Daddy sure did love him,
just didn't know how to show him.
And the bruises and burns were his simple words
to show that he cared.
But oh how she tried,
oh how she tried,
oh how she tried,
oh how she tried.
With a tip tap fingertips on the top of tables
and a wall of empty bottles perched like birds
who used to tweet tweet tweet in the back of his garden
while he'd eat eat eat with his Mama watching
with those old, green eyes
that tried, tried, tried, tried.
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4. |
Shut The Door
04:28
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Curled like two question marks
under these sheets.
Touch does the talking,
too scared to speak.
Watching shadows chase cross the floor.
Day turns to evening and evening to 'morn.
One last smoke.
One last kiss before you go.
Shut the door.
I can't do this anymore,
I can't do this anymore.
If I could keep those lips of yours,
keep all the sweet things you said before.
Gather them up, and fix them in place,
barricade the door with them
to keep us safe.
One last smoke.
One last kiss before you go.
Shut the door.
I can't do this anymore,
I can't do this anymore.
You say that your heart is hers,
but the longer we stay here
the less you seem sure.
Your fingers dig holes in my flesh,
as though I'm the anchor that can keep us here, still.
Keep telling myself,
this time I'll be strong.
This time, this time
I won't fall.
No more backtracking,
no more late night calls.
This time, this time
I won't fall.
One last smoke.
One last kiss before you go.
Shut the door.
I can't do this anymore,
I won't do this anymore.
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