1. |
Lily
03:48
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No more sleep,
Fresh from 19.
All I know,
Is not all I've seen.
But if you can't see it,
What is there to believe?
When the knots build,
In and out of footholds
In your hometown
And you notice,
The same ones stick around.
Just how long
Until you take the dive?
Wait it out
Night after night.
In the great unknown,
Golden blues below.
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2. |
An End To A Start
03:43
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We used to run for the bus
In the morning sun.
In that lucky French dress,
You weren't the lucky one.
Summer mornings made us shiver,
Only just out of bed.
But your eyes warmed the words
From the books that you read.
Oh, our evenings were the same,
Routes back sometimes changed
And clung to my back through the woods.
Though my hips sometimes ached,
You'd never hear complaints,
Only murmurs from beneath my hood.
We go wherever we used to,
Wherever we've been before.
'Cause we know though the world will change us,
These places won't change at all.
And now the windows pass,
A foot above your smile.
Oh you found it so easy when
The sun couldn't rise.
All with your scarf wrap around
When it was so hard to breathe.
But both you and the sun,
Were so eager for the sea.
Oh, the end always started.
Teeth fell out in my dreams.
I was staring into trouble,
A blood stained sink.
You've gotta learn how to cope
'Cause it's as easy as it seems.
To live out someone else's life
In someone else's dreams.
We race right back,
To your parents' house.
We were out too late,
Wandering around.
Now we're lying on our backs
On the hood of your car,
Headlights on the driveway
Cutting up the dark.
You said: "Who words mean most when they're all we are?"
She goes: "We'll go wherever you need to,
Wherever you need to go.
But all you are is made up of memories
And that ain't enough to show."
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3. |
Away From This Coast
04:32
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This table might as well just be
The Atlantic Ocean.
I've been stretching sea to sea,
Just waiting for you
To give it all back to me.
What were you hoping?
Maybe that our souls would meet?
I've missed you darling.
I gotta be going soon,
She's waiting for me.
Couple months away from you,
Will only show me
You and me will always have
This sweet devotion.
This table might as well just be
The Atlantic Ocean.
Those years didn't blind me,
They showed me the road.
Away from this coast,
Our past of gold.
Oh, you.
Those year don't define you,
That's what I've been told,
Decisions we made are never set in stone too soon.
An ocean in between two seats,
That's what this feels like.
What we lost between the sheets,
Oh, but it's alright.
There's no need to worry now,
Your time ain't running out.
You've been dreaming so loud,
Time to act on what you've found.
All I wanted was just about the real thing,
But all I got was anything else but me.
You know it's real when it's digging in to your skin,
And you just can't wait for the real thing to begin.
Honestly.
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4. |
London Belongs To Me
04:42
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Overslept, Kennington.
In, last night has crept.
Forget what's left, I'm innocent.
The nightjar had my best.
When tables turn,
We talk in reverse.
I can be anyone you want me to be.
No more disconcert,
Only honest words.
Merely a drop in the sea.
Is that why they won't notice me?
Cast aside, wayward friends.
The Thames runs by my side.
Forget the rest, you can't depend
On anyone else this time.
'Cause there'll be one,
As bright as the sun.
You'll see her from Bethnal Green.
Oh, there you are.
You work of art.
I swear you looked up from your book at me.
Those eyes could bring London to its knees.
As St. Paul's spire chimes,
I dont' really mind.
About feigned exclusivity.
As the city sleeps,
I wander the streets,
London belongs to me.
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5. |
Sleepless Within
04:36
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Snow on the ground,
Hope in the air.
My feet lead my mind,
They're taking me there
To you.
Sleepless Within
The palm of the night
I practice the words
That wander my mind
For you
Rivers of people
Abandoning streets
Arms around others
That they've come to meet,
Like you.
But you're in the yard,
Soaked in the light
Offer your hands
And into the night,
With you.
We are ageless now,
No fear, no light, no sound.
We are ageless now,
Neither lost, nor found.
I was so worried
That my time had passed.
The years that preceded
Were the best that I had in me
In me.
But weightless am I,
Away from the crowd.
No year moves too fast,
No colour too loud,
To see.
But fortune had faded,
As soon as it starts.
Your balance eludes you,
The night falls apart
To me.
I wake in the morning,
Soaked in the light.
Snow on the carpet,
Remnants of a night
Unseen.
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