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Wildflowers II & III
03:12
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I’ve been following your ghost around
And counting the days
Finding all your favourite places
And visiting them
Rome 1977
Caught in an embrace
Out of focus but content
Were you happier then?
Every flower has died
I can’t keep anything alive
I can’t feel anything
I’m sorry that I’m failing you
//
Can you hear it?
Are you listening?
The wind blew the dirt together
We find ourselves here alone and intertwined
Do you feel it?
Is it touching you?
We'd rewrite lies we told as truth
In the wildflower field lost in youth
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2. |
Baby, I'm Bored
03:55
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Later could you come over?
Baby I’m bored
Maybe your skin and bones
Could fill the void
Temporarily
You can sleep next to me
We’ll talk about anything
But please
Just be gone by the morning
Because I’m torn between
My last life and what I’ve been missing
Maybe could you come over
Baby I’m sore
I feel love in your arms
But not in these walls
I’ll come sit next to you
Know you’re hurting too
Are you eternal blue?
I always knew
You’d be gone by the morning
Don’t expect you to
Wait around
For me to figure myself out
Laying on the ground
Staring in to the sun
Crawling on our stomachs into oblivion
I don’t want what I’ve become
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It took time
It took looking back
It took something that I thought I never had
It took space
It took confidence
It took a break away from the norm at my expense
I'm not really one for being late
But by the time I had my head on straight you were long gone
It took change
It took growing up
It took endless nights, and days, and losing love
I'm not really one for being late
But by the time I had my head on straight you were long gone
When I make my bed in the morning
I think about all the ways you find me disappointing
The colour of your eyes in the springtime
Or the shoes piled up by your bedside
I've never been one for long goodbyes
I'm not really one for being late
But by the time I had my head on straight you were long gone
-You're ugly on the inside
-But pretty when you cry
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4. |
Daddy's Home
02:37
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I keep on planning the big comeback
Better shape, a better head
Bigger plans, a changed man
But I can't do that when I'm so quick to slack
Tell myself I'll start but I know it won't happen
Daddy's home
He's crying
He's got blood on his hands
If I could say just one thing
It'd be scathing, boring, tiring, and endless
And endless
I shouldn't do that if I'm learning restraint
Tell myself I'll start but I still haven't started yet
Daddy's home
He's crying
He's alone
He's got blood on his hands
I'm too young to understand
Wisen up
The truth is a child's breath away
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5. |
Wildflowers I
02:43
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Laying flowers on your grave
Is a reflex these days
The first weekend in February
My mother will do the same
On your wedding anniversary
I hope that you
Are tending to the wildflowers
I hope they bloom eternally for you
-It comes so quickly
-And no less painfully
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Bedbound By Summer Boston, UK
2013 - 2023
Kane Storr
Liam James Marsh
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