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Recognise Me
02:24
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Something about this feeling being permanent. Something about this space only growing. Something hollow. Still alive. And broken souls. I’m living life for two, carry you along the way. Wished we’d never drifted apart. Recognise me. Waking up, asking how you’ve been. It takes a while, I notice you’re not here. Twin beds, only one of us awake. Pull back the sheets, roll over. I’m living life for two, carry you along the way. Wished we’d never drifted apart. Recognise me.
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Go Long, Kid
04:02
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True lovers, half the time. Stay restless. Stay alive. Bad lovers, all the time. Bend sideways, break your back. Find out where they go. Never bringing themselves home. Ever seen the hole of the moon through darkened window rooms? Ever tried to disappear into the light of day? There’s ivy leaves on Violet Street. It’s where secret couples meet. There’s secret love on Violet Street. It’s high up in the trees. Proud fathers never have to know. Keep it a secret. Keep it under control. Find out where they go. Never bringing themselves home. Ever seen the hole of the moon through darkened window rooms? Ever tried to disappear into the light of day? True lovers. Bad lovers.
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Nothing Will
03:46
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Blood loss on the Seventeen. Bike crash on the way home. Broken bones on a one-way road. Headaches in familiar places. I wished that I could go. I’m safe inside, I don’t want to be saved. I want to go outside, but this sickness trapped me down. They told me I’d be fine, but that’s a couple years ago. Life support is not going to get me through. Nothing will. Wet floors and the smell of sweat. It’s where I once forgot my name. Four walls and the monitor. It’s where I now will rest my head. Nothing will. I want to go outside, but this sickness trapped me down. They told me I’d be fine, but that’s a couple years ago. Life support is not going to get me through. Nothing will. This heart disease is my life’s disease. I’m diseased.
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I’ll wait for the morning. I’ll wait ‘till I’m dressed to know if I should wait another year. A sleeping brain can hardly contemplate, but then again I never can when I’m awake. We had the looks. Our perfume was fine. Let me come over. Let me waste our time. Oh, how careless and selfish we once were, riding our bikes and losing all our friends. If this is where we’ll stay, with so much open space, I’ll get myself a bike again. We had the looks. Our perfume was fine. Let me come over. Let me waste our time.
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