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Hold On
05:03
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I’m not sleeping, my eyes are just closed
I’m not lazy, my arms have just evolved
I won’t waste my breath out there
I’ll just wait for you in here.
I’m not speaking in simple black and white
It’s not easy to tell you what I like
I’m just teething now, forgot what that feels like
Forgot what I get like, in the middle of the night.
Teach me how to sit in sin
If I could jump high I would in a minute.
Show me love whilst sitting still
It’s on its way, it’s on its way.
Tripped into a memory, falling.
I speak into a melody, forming.
From a far, I’ll never be leaving.
Never feed reason, I never believed in.
Teach me how to sit in sin
If I could jump high I would in a minute.
Show me love whilst sitting still
It’s on its way, it’s on its way.
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2. |
The Source
04:28
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Plant a seed, in the crack
Touching base, hands on flat
Never found my way to live
Though I’m not trying to be a fortune gift,
Never sought out just to exist
Though I’m not parting from the rest of it.
Plant a seed, in the crack
Touching base, hands on flat
Reach into the source again
Try not to follow blind
I will try not to,
Let the skies push me out
Although the winds will try
Thoughts keep in line when
No-one sticks out from the crowd,
Normally I’d turn back round
Time to face it, I’m still wasting, all of my time
Up for changing, no more pacing, back to the line.
I believe, I’ll believe in you.
I believe, I’ll believe with you
I believe, I’ll believe in you.
I believe, I’ll be leaving true.
Furloughed so we can plant a seed,
Sticking by this fantasy.
Touching our fingers but through a screen,
not so sure what to believe
I believe, I’ll believe in you.
I believe, I’ll believe with you
I believe, I’ll believe in you.
I believe, I’ll be leaving true
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3. |
Still
04:49
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Mother mother, can’t you see
I’m old, I’m broke, I’m woke
Tough to see a change in me,
Some things never do change.
Still you treat me like a child
I know I fell over
Keep me from the things you fear
I'm dumb, no fun, sorry.
Settle down now don’t go red
I’m only trying to help
Thicker than mud its blood we share
Guess I’m stuck in my own ways
Like a bad dream, you know the scene
We hide and scream, talk in-between.
Too young to hear what's being said
Behind closed doors, our loving mess.
Mother mother, finally
I’m old, I’m broke, I’m woke
Three feet high I’ll always be,
Some things never do change
Still remember from those days
Long lost, temper, we said
Paintings stay stuck in their ways,
Captured, Landscapes, re-framed
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Time
04:05
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I’ll turn into your hopelessness
And keep myself deprived,
Of all the things that eat you up
And make you hide inside.
You won’t understand whats happening,
Just feel the sands unravelling.
And as thoughts outnumber days
And old ships drift off into the haze.
But time tastes better when you’re nearby
Old thoughts linger in your spare
Time tastes better when you’re nearby
Old thoughts linger in your spare time.
But we’ll start again,
Taking one step back but two ahead.
Just take a look, at what we’ve done
All things tied up can come undone.
It tastes bitter when you’re not here,
My dreams flicker and disappear
It tastes bitter when you’re not here,
Can dreams flicker and reappear.
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5. |
Life Long
06:40
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We were sat in the sun, her eyes weeping
Thinking how much weight, their shoulders carried
She was In pain to see, their eyes so wet
As they changed the sheets of her bed.
When all she felt was their touch, her eyes lit up
As they walked in the room, the dog did too
He was sat in the sun, as she played and threw it her shoe
As they went into the night
She’d say I’ve lived, I’ve lived my life for you
It’s time to go, time of leaving you
This time it’s true, you have to go on without me
But I’ll walk with you
She’d say I’ve lived my life for you
It’s time to go, time of leaving you
This time it’s true, you have to go on without me
But i’ll walk you, until the end.
But I’ll walk you, always with you,
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Bahla (UK) London, UK
Cinematic, vocal lead music celestial synth driven highs and close knit rhythms.
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