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We ran out of words
So you sent me a postcard
Full of your favourite songs
When there’s darkness in the sky
The green is always greener
I fell asleep to the sound of the rain
I walked out of the sun
Under a ceiling of grey
Wrapping the food up in your coat
Split open my chest
Like a peach
There’s a stone that needs to be broken
Blessed be this boy
There’s no hope for me
I'll never be as good as he will be
His skin, his earth
His song, his words
His heart is rained upon
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Dark and Dream
05:38
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Like the bird balancing in the wind
I’m not going anywhere
Or the blind man swallowing his footsteps
I saw your face on my bedroom
Ceiling as the house alarm next door
Cracked through the frozen night
Here are some drunk pics
And you say I’m a heartthrob
But I’ve never looked more like myself
We slept rough for one night
Cus’ we couldn’t find a good hotel
Or a place we felt safe
I went dark
and dreamed
A headache taking the place of sleep
A spirit reading
on the lake
I couldn’t bare to go back
The thought of your floor miles away
Scared me to death
If I were unconscious
I would care for you
Prepare my arms in a safe place
Unconsciously care for me
Fall back
You make oblivion seem so easy
Your breath collapsing
On my skin
All I want is the sting
I went dark
and dreamed
A headache taking the place of sleep
A spirit reading
on the lake
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The End
03:50
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Wrap me in your woollen words
My drawl my dirty sheets
You’re not being dumb
Just lovely and small
A crease on a bad outfit
And no one is dying
And no one’s in pain
And I’m not lying
When I say that I feel
Like my world is ending
And I’ll count these dying days
With each line on my face
And I’m counting down my days
Like I’m falling from space
Imagining your demise
Takes up all my time
Tell me what you want to do to me
And my boundaries
And you’re still not here
You’re still not here
And there’s too much fear
The ones we love are dying
When we’re not there
And I’ll count these dying days
With each line on my face
And I’m counting down my days
Like I’m falling from space
And I’ll count these dying days
With each line on my face
And I’m counting down my days
Like I’m falling through space
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If This Could Be It
04:30
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the forests at night
descend into darkness
it’s a comfort to me
that the sun sleeps with me
and the creatures are lit up
with the moon’s kind beams
thank you for my life
sorry if i seem ungrateful
it’s sometimes hard to see
the life I should live
the night sky and the trees
the spring and the winter breeze
if this could be it
well that’s fine
not everything will be light
but that’s fine
it’s your birthday again
100 years in this garden
I’ll sit and kiss the leaves
resting under your own trees
in the grass with the sound of the sea
your skin in sync with the salty breeze
if this could be it
well that’s fine
not everything will be light
but that’s fine
if this could be it
well that’s fine
not everything will be light
but that’s fine
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Once a Week
04:55
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i wear shoes once a week
i do not bother the earth anymore than this
i glide through the house like a spirit
my shadow under this tree will not be missed
my presence is the sun behind a tower of mist
you chime like a church coming to procession
you run like thunder clapping the stairs
snow falls like two boulders crashing
pummel the earth beneath your snow white feet
my love for you is like a possession
i’m blaming my insomnia on you
you’re the butterflies laying their eggs
and their babies tearing their way to life
from under the skin of my legs
it was cold when I came back to bed
it never gets dark when there are things to be said
i wear shoes once a week
i do not bother the earth anymore than this
i glide through the house like a spirit
my shadow under this tree will not be missed
my presence is the sun behind a tower of mist
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Honey Bee
03:48
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Always the crying gun
Even swimming in the rivers of your hands
Snake like roots of the oak
Sleeping in the hair of the smoke
Your room will remain the same
Pack the photos away
Of us on my birthday
Only a word
And my heart tries to rain
Clouds fill and surround the peak
And throw shadows like a weather vane
You’ll never sleep hungry
You’re my honey bee
You’ll always be with me
Here in my hands
My boney little lamb
You’re my honey bee
You’ll always be with me
Silence smother me
Every corner like sand in a barrel
Drowning in the warm death of sound
Silence cover me
Your room will remain the same
The bones of our home aflame
Pack the photos away
Of us on my birthday
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ghost orange Nottingham, UK
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