I wish something different was on A new age sound that you hate at first Thought I'd turn out some kinda way Down in the archive remembering myself Laid out in front of me I see years ahead Say what you want We're all drawn to strength Why even go? You can just read about it Turn to me at an angle To hear you hesitate is a sharp pain, baby Name one thing I don't romanticise You always look away just as I start up again I laugh at you with my head thrown back A magazine trick learnt years ago She was admired, she was your friend Loving the power of being that first thread Pretty as the sick sad world can be I'm tired of it, you're shaking your head I can hear it in your voice Why even try to make the house look lived in? Turn to me at an angle To hear you hesitate is a sharp pain, baby Name one thing I don't romanticise You always look away just as I start up again ♪ Turn to me at an angle To hear you hesitate is a sharp pain, baby Name one thing I don't romanticise You always look away just as I start up again