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Social Cues
02:51
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I've been missing them social cues again
I've been busy wishing I was who I used to be
But I'll be back, I'm not missing home
I just need some time on my
I knew so much more then, I did so much more
Then I just hit a wall, now I'm nothing at all
And I was hoping I could cope with all the stones they'd throw at me
Just a little bit better
I've been missing them social cues again
I've been busy wishing I was who I used to be
But I'll be back, I'm not missing home
I just need some time on my own
Well I've been hiding, I like to call it driving
Through the misting mornings, where have I gone?
And the fog is like the blanket that's been pressing down on me
For a little too long
Chorus
I know x5
It's coming back around, uh-oh
I know x5
I'm coming back to town
Chorus
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Coming to a Head
03:52
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I'm ready when you are
You know I'm nervous as hell
Suddenly I have so much more energy
I know you do as
Well, on second thoughts
I'm tired of feeling stuck x2
This is all coming to a head
What's say we lay this lie to bed
And I need to rest my weary eyes but I can't seem to
Sing myself to sleep
It's that ugly time of year again
Not knowing is killing me
Make me a paper crane
When I see its buoyancy
I'll breathe easy
Easier said than done
I'm walking on sea legs x2
Chorus
This is all coming to a head x6
Chorus
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To the Grave
04:02
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There once was a stranger who became a lover
Who pulled on my heart strings
Then she pulled me down toward the sound
A whisper of danger, a distant shadow
She showed me pictures
From her peppered past of broken glass
Of speeding cars, of missing parts
We fell deep into the dark
I bit my tongue so hard it blistered
Sickness locked away
I put the paintbrush in her hand
But I couldn't make her paint
A fear of forgetting (anyone or anything)
A fear of loving (with my whole heart)
Of disappearing
Into present tense (no future)
On the fence (no stories)
To second guess (I wonder)
Is this mess really the best?
I bit my tongue so hard it blistered
Sickness locked away
I put the paintbrush in her hand
But I couldn't make her paint
I ripped apart all that was mine
Chasing her in flight
Broken dead weight
I bit my tongue so hard it blistered
Sickness locked away (in an instant)
I put the paintbrush in her hand
But I couldn't make her paint
I ripped apart all that was mine
Chasing her in flight
Broken dead weight
It's unspoken, I'll take that secret to the grave
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Sun on my Back
04:09
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I'm en route to a heart exhibition
Wish I could lose the nerves
A jack of diamonds, a master of none
Maybe this is what I deserve
The memories come up like a sea of savage waves
Pushing vivid scenes down to my shaking hands
And can you teach me not to grind my teeth?
I can barely roll into bed again
There must be something better than
Waiting for new dreams to find me
I got the sun on my back and wind in my hair
You don't miss much but you missed me there
Ain't no time like the present
This isn't new, my pedestrian story
An ambiguous tale that makes me sick
A jack of patience gestating in secret
A master of one
And maybe when I done
I'll find the strength to move that big red brick
Chorus
When someone tells you not to worry
When someone asks if you're okay
Well maybe you're not
But sometimes you just need to slow down
I've never heard a clock tick so loud as right now
Chorus
Got a knife in my back, and nothing to wear
You're playing your games but I don't care
Ain't no time like the present
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It's not that I was sad to leave
I don't think we had a choice
That whole night I couldn't breathe
I didn't recognise my voice
But it was life and death
And you had to do it one more time before we left
Now every time I fly
I can't open my eyes
I'm carried by a sinking feeling
When we walked onto the plane
Well I thought I had you saved
I thought you'd die if stayed there
I didn't understand the game
I think I did my best
And what would've happened next is anybody's guess
Now every time I fly
I can't open my eyes
I'm carried by a sinking feeling
And when I see the skyline
It's then I start to cry
I remember seeing Perth disappear so clearly
A flash of worry across your face
Could you really hold the fort?
I saw your whole body shaking
Were you having second thoughts?
My lungs were in your hands
We can talk about all this later when we land
I found you in a hopeless place
You were my blanket paperweight
I didn't even hesitate
But we are past our dancing days
You fixed a fucking mess
If I had to give a grade I'd say you passed the test
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