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Watercolour
03:19
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So crumple these paper buildings and taint watercolour skies
I guess the paint hasn't dried yet
And nothing feels real it's something I cannot describe, it's just something I have dealt with
All things come to pass, the sun is up again
In your face, I see now; a need for new lease on life
Yeah, you're just happy to be here
If knowing's a battle my mind cannot choose a side
So drop the things that you hold dear
You're swearing on your life, I've got it all to lose this time
This morning I told you I couldn't be there on time
Said "you sound just like your father"
I'm blind past my fingers and I'm ignoring all the signs
As my memory falters
Is this all by your design?
I am your son, I do not shine
You sat bedside, our smallest fingers intertwined
And you can leave it all behind
I am your son, I do not shine
My heart meets my throat as I try and bide my time
This is all by your design, I am your son I cannot shine
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Talking with my hands again
To hide that I'm speaking in tongues
And we're spending time in separate beds
Like your parents did when you were young
You can't forgive if you only forget
I can't remember anything you said
Talking with my hands again
I'm keeping them to myself
Because I've grown far too disengaged
To admit that I'm down for the count
Time won't tell when time is wearing thin
You keep me safe where I have never been
Slow but sure
You never were
One to admit or assure
Placing bets on what our words are worth
Yeah, I'm always coming up short
All the folks move from my rural state of mind
For Heaven's sake I try to stay alive
Talking with my hands again
To hide that I'm speaking in tongues
And we're spending time in separate beds
Like your parents did when you were young
You can't forgive if you only forget
I can't remember anything you said
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Loathe
03:40
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Running water's cold outside this time of year
It grabs you by the throat
Some rocks and pillows float, now
Slip away as I draw near
And hope your head finds home
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
My serenity is stolen
These fragile aching hands
Couldn't count a dozen hopes
Please stand outside my window
And scare me in my sleep
Because this ease is getting old
This ease is getting old
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
Drained and alone
Just like everyone you know
Show me the ropes
Hang my head if you condone
My consciousness is calloused
As I try and push away
The hands that held my own
All for one has never balanced
I'll have you know
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine to loathe
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Blank Slate
04:54
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At arm's length
But not far enough away
Couldn't find the strength
To pull you down with me
Should've seen your face
When the sun stole the half of it
Won't you stay up late
So I don't miss a thing
And I'm so used to the same
I'll be dragging my feet as I walk away
The love you sent couldn't stain a blank slate
Would you say your guess
Is as good as mine
Don't let me forget
Because I will if you let me
Say I knew you best
So I can tell all your friends
And I'm so used to the same
I'll be dragging my feet as I walk
You're taking it lightly whenever I talk
These grains of salt are starting to clot
You take it easy, but it's not
I'm grasping at straws cuz I blew it all down
And I'm spelling each word as they come out of my mouth
And I'm holding my breath every time that I pass your house
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