1. |
Where We'd Call Home
02:22
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We'd been speaking and you said that this Summer that I should learn to drive
A week later you say "take the therapy and pills and you'll be alright"
I tried to swallow my pride
But I've got a lump in my throat
I'm so damn sure that I've not felt this fucking bad in months, weeks, days
And you're just trying to say
Let's not meet again / When will we meet again / Please can we meet again
Sucking up fears, pursuing bad ideas
I was up for two days and you still turned me away
My Summer's for love and i'm living alone
Wherever we slept was where we'd call home
It never seemed to matter how hard you'd try
I could never feel close to alright
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2. |
Dimples
03:13
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I bought you a watch with a digital face
I know you struggle with analogue
I guess to you it means a lot that I remembered that
The Polaroids of you in the bath
The sound you make before you laugh
Painting your nails black
Early in the morning before you go back
Standing on a corner on the wrong side of town
With your shirt tucked in your jeans is how I'll remember you now
We went to the city to pack up your things
It rained as we walked through the graveyard
Took your first time after we towelled off
Do you remember that?
232 or 323, never remember the order those numbers fit
But I'll always recall the jewellery you were wearing
It's the way your dimples show when you smile
And the way that your hand fits inside mine
Please stay the night
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3. |
Cutting Ties
02:13
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I stopped counting steps the last day that we spoke
I stopped learning a language and rode my bike until it broke
Such similarities in me and a machine
Will you miss where we went and who we'd been?
Woe for woe, self pity and growth
Where do we go from here?
I'm bored of waiting on a spark or a reply
I know that if I don't hear from you tonight
Then I'll probably sleep just fine
Such similarities in you and who I've been
Will you miss who we were?
Will you miss where we'd seen?
Will you miss where we'd been?
Where do we go from here?
Woe for woe, self pity and growth
For months we would limp on together
Until you cut me off alone
Let's just forget this
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4. |
Posture
01:29
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Keep hands clasped
Red wax
It hangs from your hips
Just like it used to feel when you were hanging from lampposts in the early April sun
You always said that you were fine and I guess
Holding hands between the handbrake
You were fine exchanging glances for a week before decline
You always said that you were fine and I guess
Keep your back in correct posture
Remove your wallet from your pocket
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5. |
Consolation Prize
01:10
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I watched you as you learned to dance
You watched me learn sign language
I watched you care a little less
You watched as I left
And now that watch don't tick anymore since I threw it against the wall
A consolation prize for every empty weekend night
I'll swim backwards for the rest (of my life)
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6. |
Enemy
02:12
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I want to be your enemy
I want to claw into your repressed memory
Open up your third eye to me
Tell me everything
And when I feel your skin on mine
I think of better times
Only for a moment until I realise
That it was all just space and time
Will you thaw me out?
I've been cold so long
That the heat just burns
You can't give me comfort in this world
I've been living between your words
I want to be your enemy
I want to be your bedpost
I want to be your support system
I want to be the one who listens
I want to be the one to spill your secrets
At a moments notice
The crack soon breaks the glass
You're left with bandages
I hope that you can live with that
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7. |
Crash Landing
01:26
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When you love more than you are loved, love is not enough
When you're awoken by morning song of pneumatic drills and sirens
Call me Emily, call me a crash landing
Call me Emily, let me crawl on my hands and knees
When you kiss in the morning, but turn your back when you go to sleep
I'm so sick of staring at statues with missing limbs
Because I'm okay with feeling like I'm falling apart
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8. |
19/26
01:08
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When I think of the right words
I'll cough them up and spew them out
Gather up the fears from 26 years
Of all that I can't live without
I think of ghosts so lost and crossing paths
Obsessed with firsts but settle for lasts
We had our routines, days, nights, laughs
Familiar arms where troubles cast
I'm fine now but it's in the post
I know that's when I'll need you most
It's like it can see when you're not here
Just tell me that I'm a fucking joke
When you think of the right words
Cough them up and spit them out
Gather up the fears from 19 years
Of being told what you will live without
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9. |
New Forest Floor
03:22
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I fall asleep on the forest floor
Because when I awake I forget your face
Spend summer days
Down by the lake
The White Hot Moon remembers you
I want to burn down your home
I want to watch you hold smoke
I see your face in the pavement of the cities, that we said that we would never visit.
I hear your voice on a backwards tape recording, Lynch the feeling
Why am I talking like you're even listening?
My heart it ain't what it used to be
I've grown colder in a letter that I received when I should've been asleep...
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Tasting lino for the evening
Stomach turning, I'm heaving
Years in black bags
Stripping photo albums bare
Take care of tight binds
Scared of what I might find
And how I'll react
From when a once honest promise
Became another broken pact
"How could you say you'd never leave me, while walking away?"
It's true, we changed
But all that I can seem to do is blame you
Even though it's all in vain
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Bedbound By Summer Boston, UK
2013 - 2023
Kane Storr
Liam James Marsh
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