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In the End I Won’t Be Coming Home
In the end I won’t be coming home
Through the rocks and all the burnt out fields
Through the mist, a shot, a frozen gun
In the hands of her that little girl
It’s not what I want, but it’s what I won
It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I won
When the fog has lifted all will be revealed
Like a gem formed through the pressure of the years
Or a bomb blast, car crash, landslide, nose dive
Losing my balance between happiness and fear
It’s not what I want, but it’s what I won
It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I won
When I wake from the wreckage
Of the best life I could ever have lived
And we’re drifting on the deep Atlantic
With the black box lost way underneath
Lost without a clue, of how we’ve crash landed
A long time coming, but out of the blue
Should have seen it coming?
Could we still outrun it?
Could we still make something?
Or were we dead in the water?
Before we were airborne.
In the end I won’t be coming home
Through the rocks and all the burnt out fields
Through the mist, a shot, a frozen gun
In the hands of her…
In the end I won’t be coming home
Through the frozen fields
In the end I won’t be coming home
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Baring Head
04:14
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Baring Head
Following my resignation, down at Baring Head
Gone all the laughter, a rapid-turned disaster
Despite all good intent.
Would I do it differently if it came around again?
Cause your kind always leave us high and dry
when there’s storm clouds ahead.
They made each change by the book, they’d done it all before.
Three times and each time it got to hurt a little more.
They never learnt to apologise, they just said that they empathised
but despite their great privilege they could only patronise.
But art stops for no-one, yes it rolls on with the intensity of a blazing sun.
Re-advertised the places that we’d held before
For every dollar that they saved, well, they forgot the cause
True art only needs the air that we breath
And no rich man’s money can take that away from me.
Cause art stops for no-one, yes it rolls on with the intensity of a blazing sun.
Let the dam burst this time, the water flood out the great divide
Let nothing override our reason.
Up on the hill, under the lighthouse
The wind blows steady, as it does
Down at Baring Head
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Leech
03:10
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I’m not bored I’m just tired of this anticipation
Always searching for something more
just out of reach that should be mine
Am I not deserving of your perfect love?
Is my longing for it somehow a reason not to receive it?
Cause your love is my only comfort
And your love is my only reward
But if my heart is a leech and you’re still out of reach
All I’m left with is all of my thoughts
I’m not bored I’m just tired of this whole situation
In the back of my mind know I reeled you in with this white lie
It’s now too deep, not to believe it.
Cause your love is my only comfort
And your love is my only reward
But if my heart is a leech and you’re still out of reach
All I’m left with is all of my thoughts.
I don’t wanna let you down
Already let myself drown
don’t wanna let you down
don’t wanna let you down
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I’m not bored I’m just tired of this anticipation
In the back of my mind,
know I reeled you in with this white lie
It’s now too deep.
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Keep (B-Side)
04:10
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I have got a secret that I have never told to anybody close to me
I shared it with a stranger once passing on the subway
Hoped that it would set me free
Just give it to the world, shout it the sky
Feel the way it flies
Yeah I have go a secret that I have never told
All these promises I can not keep
I can’t keep up appearances
Like I did when you first met me
Held it down like I was in the military
But these blasts from the past send me reeling now
Trauma that I thought I had almost rubbed out
I was asleep but I’m healing now
There’s all these promises I cannot keep
I can’t keep up appearances now
There is too much for me to care about
I don’t wanna live with this half alive truth
Walked round the edges, never dived right in with you
How can I figure it out?
When i’ve been a fugitive hiding from myself
How can I figure it out?
Yeah I have got a secret that I have never told
All these promises I cannot keep
I can’t keep up appearances
Like I did when you first met me
Held it down like I was in the military
But these blasts from the past send me reeling now
Trauma that I thought I had almost rubbed out
I was asleep but I’m healing now
All these promises I cannot keep
(Just Breath)
There’s all these promises that I cannot keep
Cause I have a secret that I keep
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