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Lately life’s been draggin’ me down pulls my head underwater
It’s you that’s makin’ me drown with the words you can’t say to my face
You think your dirty little bitchin’ fits are dirty little secrets
But you don’t realise honey that the walls have ears
You got a problem with me
Then I’m all ears
And I’m ready to hear
I can fucking take it
You plant your twisted little caterpillar inside my angel’s head
Then you feed and you feed to breed your twisted butterflies
I know I’ve wronged her know I’ve hurt her don’t need your theatre masks
The face you wear each fucking day reflects the company that you keep
You got a problem with me
Then I’m all ears
And I’m ready to hear
I can fucking take it
*its not what you think thats wrong you’re right I was a fucking asshole ...but no you just had ...a feeling right*
So scratch your nosey itch make hypocrisy your bitch
I’ve been wrong yes so wrong but if you feel it call me out
Don’t sit behind your keys where you think that I won’t see or hear
So take your tearoom fantasy and get the fuck right outta here
You got a problem with me
Then I’m all ears
And I’m ready to hear
I can fucking take it
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Stitch in a Tapestry
04:30
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Down on your life well you’re down on your luck
It’s the same old conversation lately
In front of the mirror in the morning sun
You ain’t holdin’ up too well
The first thing on your tired mind
Is the night you should’ve left behind
A tear in your eye liquor stale on your breath
Cos you got yourself in such a mess
It’s a brand new day
To start again
It goes the same way
Same words to say
Just turn the lights on
Climb out the wishing well
Just set your sights on
You got your story to tell
Just one voice
From the purest of hearts
The right choice
To read it from the start
A dropped stitch in life’s tapestry
For the blind man there’s no love to see
By touch he reads what is meant to be
And he sees the words he believes
It’s a brand new day
To start again
It goes the same way
Same words to say
A fading smile
Old family photograph
Walk a while
With the scars of your past
Every face
With its own memory
Same old place
Will it set me free
The way the whispering wind blows
A candle in a night so cold
Flickers telling tales of old
The stories seldom told
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A piece of scripture
A fortune teller read
Lines of literature
Written by the dead
I can’t draw a sword
I won’t saddle up no horse
The poet’s written word
Tells what I’ve lost
The weight of the world
Breaks the blind man’s back
Hunter without a candle
Walks to face the black
I have not the strength
To carry this cross
No beggar man’s wealth
Let my soul be lost
The peasant cannot be king
Not how the story goes
But I have not a choice
My fate yes this I know
Don’t you to bow to me
Or kid yourself I see
It’s fate that tortures me
No messiah soon you’ll see
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Twisting the Knife
02:52
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Cutting me once, cutting me twice
Cutting me several times with that same knife
But it’s been leavin’, different scars
I’ve been greivin’ for the stories of the stars
It’s so different, but still the same
Same old freedom same conscience back again
It got me hurtin’, unable to breath
So many teardrops in my eyes and I can’t see
I put myself down and you’re twisting the knife
I make myself drown still you’re twisting the knife
I gave everything you’re still twisting the knife
When will you be satisfied
I ain’t blamin’, nobody else
It’s my fault for playin’ too close to my chest
I shouldn’t let it, torture me
I gotta learn just to let go let it be
I can’t understand it, I’m the only one
Who can’t face it can’t take it has gotta run
The reason I’m always, down on my luck
It’s seeing black it’s turnin’ back don’t give a fuck
I put myself down and you’re twisting the knife
I make myself drown still you’re twisting the knife
I gave everything you’re still twisting the knife
When will you be satisfied
What would I be like, like everyone else
An old discarded book sat on a shelf
I don’t like it, I can’t explain
Why it always has to turn out this insane
Some ain’t content, that I got it rough
In their own minds I ain’t suffered quite enough
Even each heartbreak, is just the same
Like a rerun of a movie yet again
I put myself down and you’re twisting the knife
I make myself drown still you’re twisting the knife
I gave everything you’re still twisting the knife
When will you be satisfied
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One Single Word
04:22
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When I spend the days wondering why
You echo what’s inside my mind
Mirror what’s inside my heart tonight
I see myself inside your eyes
And you know every word to say
To tick the time away tonight
So let me take the hurt inside
And ride the storm together now
Come through the other side somehow
Let cold black clouds have silver lines
As I write these words to you
Same corridors we’re running through
Sometimes it hurts
The nights get worse
Don’t have to run
Which way you turn
But know I’ll be there and we’ll hold on
Sometimes the darkness says a silent word to you and yet no one hears a prayer
I don’t have to say a single word to you, you still know what I’m trying to say
And I would rather here a single word from you than hear a thousand scriptures read
I would give every hour I’m a wake to help fight what is in your head
Sometimes it hurts
The nights get worse
Don’t have to run
Which way you turn
But know I’ll be there and we’ll hold on
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At night, I can’t hold your hand
That’s life I can’t understand
That’s right dreams are meant to die
And that’s why I don’t close my eyes
Remember days where I couldn’t forget you
Remember sayin’ that I couldn’t let you down again
Bring it around again
I tried to hear what you said to me tried to cross my heart that I won’t leave
But I’m feelin’ down again
At night, I can’t hold your hand
That’s life I can’t understand
That’s right dreams are meant to die
And that’s why I don’t close my eyes
I always think, think of you somehow
Trying to keep my head in the here and now
And go around again
You tell me tales of summers gone
And in my heart it just seems wrong
To drag you around again
At night, I can’t hold your hand
That’s life I can’t understand
That’s right dreams are meant to die
And that’s why I don’t close my eyes
Can’t let myself be untrue
Told my head and heart that I loved you
Can’t go around again
Now all the shit and the just one times
Are memories of days that passed us by
When I went around again
At night, I can’t hold your hand
That’s life I can’t understand
That’s right dreams are meant to die
And that’s why I don’t close my eyes
At night, I can’t hold your hand
That’s life I can’t understand
That’s right dreams are meant to die
And that’s why I don’t close my eyes
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Black cloud over Colorado
It hides the mountain sun
From what I've said what do I know
I'd gladly see it burn
Just a stitch in time
Just one more line
One more sleepless night
Starry skies
In your eyes
And I'm coming home
Cold sun over Scottish water
Misty green and blue
Witch's journal devil's daughter
Reflection might show you
Just a heart trapped in a cage
Words fading on a page
A dreamer's distant gaze
The old days
Seem Far away
Since I've been home
Lonely night silent graveyard
Rose petals where she lay
Distant cries of a lonely guitar
Gives more than words can say
Fading silver cloud
Shadows of her shroud
She still sees me somehow
As I pray
For the old days
Take me home
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Tryin to get a clear head
Lyin’ in a drinking man’s bed
And I don’t think I can fight no more
When I’m starin’ down an empty glass
I’m only tryin’ to drown my past
And then she walks right in to save my soul , she said
I’ll be there if you wanna talk about it
I’ll be there if you say nothin’ at all
I’ll be there when all you do is doubt it
Until the end
I’ll take your hand when you can’t hold it
Do right by you when you can’t control it
Help you let go when you’re holdin’ on too long
Together forever strong
So I swore I’d stand up and try
Swore no more tears promised no more lies
Swore I’d love her till the end of time
Until the day I die
Cos I ain’t gonna have to drown that past
If what’s done is done and that is that
If I’ve let go well it can’t come back
And I can smile again, because
She was there when I had to talk about it
She was there when I said nothin’ at all
She was there when all I did was doubt it
Until the end
She took my hand when I couldn’t hold it
Did right by me when I couldn’t control it
Helped me let go when I was holdin’ on too long
Together forever strong
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Raindrops on a Window
03:04
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She paints the colours with the eye of her mind
Raindrops on a window paint pictures tonight
And I’ve often wondered are the colours for me
I’ve always loved her now she’s all I can see
New candles light my way
Sunshine dries the rain
The Scores begin to play
As she makes it ok
She holds my words like scripture, like forgotten verse
Words that mean nothing, to anyone else
Searching for the moment, for just the right time
To not only find her but let her into my life
Take this broken heart
Take it back to the start
Stitch what’s torn apart
She’ll make it ok
If it’s something from nothing, dreamer’s fantasy
She’s standing there waiting, waiting there for me
With nothing but a whisper of one caring word
A sound in the silence her voice in the dark
Angels don’t always wear wings
Not every choir sings
Its fine to mean different things
As she makes it ok
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