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The Overflow
04:16
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The Overflow
Someday I will seek out your heart and I will not divide it.
Pull together each separate part and make it one again.
Too long that I’ve been gone, terrified of wrecking all my
friendships one by one.
Judging me for what I have not done.
It’s just a river, a current.
It’s just a heartbeat out of time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
A clock loses the turn of its hands, but time keeps ticking over.
The tightness of a task that is heavier now the list is longer
Too long that I’ve been gone, terrified of not getting things done
And every day there is still less time to do it in.
It’s just a river, a current.
It’s just a heartbeat out of time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
The overflow when it all gets too much.
Flat to the bed, but looking at an open door.
It’s just a river, a current.
It’s just a heartbeat out of time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
And I’m afraid I’ll lose you all the time.
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2. |
Passengers
04:03
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The Outsider
03:17
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Burning bridges they fall one by one,
Losing you is so easily done.
I’m here but I’m not, alone in this room.
Feel like a ghost, I’d be scared of me too.
If I could let go, would I fit in?
Would I be what they want without all my inhibitions?
Caught on the edge reading my phone
So maybe I’ll feel like I’m not alone.
Always say what they want and not what I feel.
Cubic zirconia, say that it’s real!
Pushing myself like a square through a circle.
Not trying to be someone who’s lost at the wheel.
If I could let go would I fit in?
Would I be what they want without all my inhibitions?
Caught on the edge reading my phone
So maybe I’ll feel like I’m not alone.
Pushing myself, but I’m faking
Thought I’d be yours for the taking
Leave me alone with a book in my room
I’ll find myself there.
The outsider
The outsider
The outsider.
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4. |
Walk the Desert
03:41
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5. |
The Dark Arts
03:36
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The Dark Arts
Broken pieces
I don’t have to keep them
To sweep them off in circles
Display them around in my living room.
To love them is to know how it feels to be lost and to be left.
A barnacle shell and a half used film,
marrow of bone and a picture I drew that I gave to no-one,
there was no-one I knew to give it to.
The dark arts of preservation,
the mottled collection of displacement.
To love them is to know how it feels to be lost and to be left.
You know, you remind me of a boy I once knew?
Days comes and it all feels so different, it’s like dust in my hair.
Day comes and I walk outside and back, so dissatisfied.
Day comes and it’s all so clear to me - it’s so dear to me.
When day comes - that I will be standing here mending all of it.
The dark arts of preservation,
The mottled collection of displacement.
To love them is to know how it feels to be lost and to be left.
You know? you remind me of a boy I once knew.
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Ouija Board
03:20
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7. |
Money or the Bag
03:35
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8. |
Poetry Girl
03:54
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9. |
Nothing in my Hands
04:07
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10. |
Middle of the House
03:10
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