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You were so fast
To believe in me
We were young back then
Tangled in the stars

There are no words I have to say
In this moment
You’re asking me if I’m okay
But I need time to process

I’d been working all day
Missed a call from your friend
She asked if you were okay
You hadn’t shown up to your date

Wafting
In the eagerness of early December I’m floating
Whilst everything I know is cascading
Down into the sinkhole

Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap
A few times I nearly packed up my bag
You said baby please don’t leave
There is so much we’ve left to see

If you had have known that in the same year
Your mother would go and that I would have my first birthday
Would you still marry the man of your dreams and build up a life that would be deemed so perfectly sewn at the seams?
Oh, I wonder if you would have stopped just a while longer to listen

Scavenging through the dark
I think that I saw
I saw the light from your eyes
It took me to the shore

An Indian summer
And a sugar in the air
Reminds me of Eden
Those silver dollars

Finally moving but
I can’t see the road ahead
Wanting to fall in love
But scared to hit the ground again

All is golden
Calm and softly sweet with you
I’m sweet with you
And I’m no stranger

I could call a cab and be home in five
But I think I like the cold outside
I could call you and apologise
But for now I like the cold outside

I’ve been healing
I’m halfway over
You I’m leaning on my own shoulder
Still a boy just a little older,

What a brutal game
To be half gone
To have half stayed
All my life the same

Truth is I’m no good at this
I don’t know where to aim and even then I think I’d miss
But I’m floored by all the things you say and do
I just wanna lose myself in you

I can see it in your face
You’re holding back and shutting down on me, oh
Was it something that I said or
Am I overthinking, overreacting

Time is never easy on you
Full of pain with every turn that you take
So we can build ourselves a house to hide in
Or we can run up ahead, it’s our choice to make

Стыне кава – прагнуць вочы
У гэтым выпадку не прапануюць больш
Бо тут
Бессэнсоўны чароўны гук

Я всегда твердил, что судьба - игра
Что зачем нам рыба, раз есть икра
Что готический стиль победит,  как школа
Как способность торчать, избежав укола

Поменялись планы
Кончился вдруг воздух
Мне тебя не надо
Значит, слишком поздно

Твой человек - это музыка
Счастьем в сердце поколится
Узкими станут улицы
Временно обесточится

Все позиции шатки
У спящего с краю сон чуткий
Мы с тобой две лошадки
Мы с тобой две лошадки

Вижу тебе страшно, а мне что?
А мне что?
Пахнут тобой руки, одежда
Вижу тебе больно

Кожны дзень ідзе, быццам пакрысе
Галаву схіліў, як прымушаны
Я стаю, нібы на адной назе
Пасярод зімы

Усе, што як гэта ня мае падставы
Я і ўмоўна ты
Уяўляе сабой мелодыю паміж струн
Мне цяжка паверыць

Ты убегаешь, а я остаюсь
Здравствуй, грусть
Ты убегаешь, а я не боюсь, не боюсь
И может лучше было раньше

Я теперь со съемной хатой
Средней заработной платой
То ли синий то ли красный
Корочкой для мамы с папой

There’s a crack in the curtain and the light is pouring into this room
Its four thirty in the morning and I’m still here holding you
Your eyes are open but your mind is elsewhere
I draw you in closer and whisper there’s no need to be scared

Nothing more nothing less
No button or engire
No regrets no offence
My baby i am on fire

When the babies are grown up
And they move so far away
To live their lives, only call sometimes, we’ll learn to be OK
But one day we’ll long for the chaos of this crowded, messy house

They don’t act up for the camera
They just sit back and command them
And collect and deflect and abandon
They even wrote all the Ten Commandments

I try again
I study the pattern
I see the triggers
But I can’t shake ’em loose

Get off the metro now
I got a letter from the NHS
It said stay for twelve weeks
Now the twelve weeks are over

I remember the sickness was forever
I remember snuff videos
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered
The fist fights on the beach

They say I’m the spit of you
And they’re not wrong
Bury my head too
Stomach hurts all the time

I have a friend called Jimmy
He loves his betters in a bar
He chews your ear off at four in the morning
Smoking Richmond‘s out the kitchen door

Waiter, send this to the table, the party of one
The only other lonely soul in this place
And so you’re finishing up your coffee
But then where’re you gonna run?

I lost count of the times where I was counted out
People tell me I’m losing, but what is that about?
Stepped on, tore me apart, I found a way around
But if they catch me creeping, it’s over, so I can’t make a sound

Puppet sing, puppet dance
Go to England, go to France
Bring your sorrows out on the road
Puppet stand, puppet bow

Just another year around the sun
And it’s been a lost and lonely one
I think I’ll go out and get a gun
Just another year around the sun

Lord Bateman was a noble lord
A noble lord of high degree
Imprisoned in some foreign country
To spend his life in captivity

What would a man not do?
What would a man not say?
What would a man not agree to?
What would he not betray?

The street where we live
Is commonly known as being the wrong side of town
They look down their noses at you
Like they’re entitled to keep you down

Jumped out of bed this morning
With a smile upon my face
It’s still there while I shave my chin
But the reason’s hard for me to trace

You say that I don’t listen
That I don’t give you no respect
You took your love to some other place
Now, what did you expect?

Que no dejaría de hacer
O acuerdo no quebrar
Un hombre, que no diría
O faltaría de dar

How many times have I had this dream
That wakes me from my slumber?
How will I ever get to sleep again
Counting sheep in a Book of Numbers?

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watchin’ the ships roll in
Then I watch ’em roll away again

I wake up in Antwerp
In some rich woman’s bed
There’s a man with a hammer
Inside of my head

Bring me a glass of water
To wash the dirt from my throat
I’ve been wandering my whole life out there
Help me out of my coat

They say there’s a bridge out there, out there in the mist
Some will deny it’s there, others will tell you it don’t even exist
It’s not made of iron or steel nor stone, yet it spans the rising waters
We are but bags of blood and bone, yet we carry the weight of our sons and our daughters