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
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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