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N.Y.E.
02:30
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Shady graves and grey decay
Another year, another day
Welcome to a different kind of voices in your head
Cut the cord and call a car
We’ve all forgotten who we are
Midnight strikes and all I want is resting in your bed
Are you holding out for me?
Are you lost out in the sea?
Cos I’m waiting now, on the edge of town while you sleep
New Year’s Day, the day you knew
That I was still hung up on you
Crossed the bridges, rolled the dice and fell into your arms
And I’ll never know, that gaze we shared;
If you were blind or unprepared
Midnight strikes and God, it’s just another false alarm
Are you holding out for him?
Did he teach you how to swim?
‘Cos I’m waiting now on the edge of town
While I watch you drown in the sea
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2. |
Very Nice/Very Strange
03:59
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Hey
I just got off the train
And everything’s the same
And everything has changed
Again
Once
I handled all the facts
And now I’m back to maps
The angles all askew
I’m lost alone and lost with you
Hey
I came back in the end
Another drunk weekend
Another lover I don’t see
And the summers they faded too fast
In buildings that weren’t built to last
And the winters they came on too soon
We’d shiver in every room
From the bar to the pen on the page
To the time we’d forgotten our age
Missing out was all the rage
Very nice, very strange
Hey
I just got off the train
The sunshine turned to rain
And everything remains the same
Grey
Everything’s just grey
Another wasted day
There’s nothing left to say, you stayed to play, I strayed
So far
So far from what I knew
It may be grey, at least it’s true
Another lover lost at sea
But the summers they faded so fast
In buildings that weren’t built to last
And the winters, they came on too soon
We’d huddle for warmth in the gloom
Now we’re lawyers and bankers and thieves
And the woods won’t make way for the trees
I’m still stuck behind the stage
Very nice, very strange
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3. |
Show Me An Ocean
03:27
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Show me an ocean and I will cross
Get me a win and I’ll show you a loss
Tempt me with kisses, not crosses and veils
Show me a church and I might have faith
If you conjure me in and don’t let me escape
Hold me with hands that praise angels and stars
I want it to start
Make me what you want me to be
Twist me sideways, set me free
Make some sense of the sadness I see
Lead me
Show me a person and I will love
I’ll love too much 'cos I’m not good enough
Show me the sister that I don’t have
Oh well show me a tomb, can you bring this to life?
What is this darkness can I get you some light?
Tell me you’re poor, I’ll find something to give
But I want to live
Make me what you want me to be
Fill me with fire and throw me to sea
Make some sense of the darkness in me
Take me
Show me an ocean and I will cross
Take hold of my hand, we’ll find what you lost
Maybe I’m falling but maybe I’m free
At least I’ve got plans
At least I’ve got scars
At least I can only blame me
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4. |
The House
04:14
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Don’t look
I’m a mess again
Did I really think that I would ever know you well?
We built our little house of silk and words
And then it fell
Let’s survey the damage
Let’s take a week and not return
Guess it was mismanaged
To say the least
Do you miss being near to me?
‘Cos there’s one thing clear to me
I don’t want your sympathy
Let’s embrace the damage
We fixed it up a bit too late
Guess you weren’t enamoured
With the whole affair
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
No more
Let’s survey the damage
Let’s take a month to heal the burn
Guess you lost your balance
Can you tell me what you really learned?
Beyond how to waste your time
On love that you can’t give
Or how to build a house,
Where you don’t want to live
And it comes and then it goes
This shiver of the skin
And the walls are falling down
And the house is caving in
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
I just want you near to me
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
I don’t want your sympathy
No more
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Come Back Sunday
02:45
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I walked down to the sea last night
But all I saw were houses, pretty houses on the shore
And none of them had people in them, I didn’t see no lights
Only lazy waves, the greyest shades of other people’s lives
I tried to take a picture of it
But all I got was darkness, only darkness on the shore
They just don’t light their street-lamps here, it made me feel so scared
'Cos I need some gas, I need some heat to warm this seaside air
You weren’t too happy when I left, will you happy when I’m gone?
Will you be happy when I come back Sunday?
I can’t do this on my own, this town is nothing but a song until you meet me here
‘Cos the more I go, the less I know where I’m going
I called you on the beach last night
And all I got was ringing, empty ringing down the line
I’d like to think you’re drinking somewhere, I’d like to see you smile
But you’re just a maze, a pale escape, a drifter on the tide
You weren’t too happy on the phone, will you be happy when I’m home?
You know that I don’t wind my spring on Sundays
And once this travel was a laugh but now this travelling’s a drag, so come and meet me here
‘Cos the more I know, the less I know where you’re going
And ain’t it funny, ain’t it sad when what you want is what you had?
But now it’s gone, it only comes back Sundays
Oh was it ever really love, or just a shadow from above while you wait down here?
‘Cos the more you wait
The less I know why you’re waiting
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