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Transitions
04:52
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all pieces
let us know which is
how i’d do
when I’m not seeing you
hold the conversations open
all the common places do
is miss you
note wishes
every phone niches
has me blue
if we’re not leaving two
on the table will contain things
photographs of place i’ve been with you
was with you
every day
i’ll stumble with the thoughts of facing cues
all the conversations
all the made temptations
called too soon
crawl up in the corner
to erase these days with you
and when that happens
i’ll be free
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i’ve waited on
some hopeful calmed talks
you’ll say, you’ve gone
to mess with your own
it makes me love
i don’t know how long
when done, was fun
we’ll groan, let’s mope on
how do i go after dawn
why put it on
at the front
how do they call the sun
when we’re not as one
the same tin box
has all of your stuff
it may creep up
i’ll put them all off
after the small things
after the moping
(there) was you
it was you that I’m longing
how do i go after dawn
why put it on
at the front
how do they call the sun
when we’re not as one
how do i go after dawn
why put it on
at the front
how do they call the sun
when we’re not as one
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Some Day
03:01
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It's You
03:20
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every time i’m reflecting in my room
how i lose all my thoughts in that consumes
that night that i was screaming in blue
(i) was waiting for you
how i try to replace things to assume
that all mess i end up in has approved
if the company has baited
love has situated
calming as the places in tune
sometimes
weaving with a guess of things
but only when i’m past the grief
now i’m feeling kinda fuzzy
just saying that i’m free
it’s me
now the show has suspended
time for home
and our ride now collected as foretold
like the time that i was wishing for you
but maybe confused
some days
with every little thing i need
how is this suppose to be
now i’m feeling kinda fuzzy
(and) just saying that i’m free
now i’m feeling extra moody
just sitting next to trees
it’s me
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Nervous In Me
04:24
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caught in your pacing
but knowing it’s too late
maybe i’m old thinking
slowly, i’m breaking
increasing my space
hoping i’ll waste to stay
what’s left at the shop
who do i see
that’s honest and free
in front of me
with obvious tease
that’s nervous in me
in time we’ll meet
with sweets
so far, self-conscious
our minds are on breaks
coping with thoughts i’ll say
surely, we’re chasing
relieve all distastes
nothing seems owned these days
somehow as i’m stuck
who do i see
that’s honest and free
in front of me
with obvious tease
that’s nervous in me
in time we’ll meet
with sweets
who makes decisions
all lost in visions
soon i’ll repay
those that remain
falls on some cover
hearts undercover
fools that relay
days that we’ll save
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