1. |
Shadow
02:58
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Is it my job to hold you
when you’re angry at the world
Is it my job to see you
even though you’ll only ever see me as a little girl
Just some kid who should stay quiet
You liked me a whole lot better when I didn’t have opinions
How can it be possible that I'm no more than something growing old
can it be possible that I'm no more than something growing…
The moments of lucidity I witness in you sting
Or Maybe I got it backwards
it’s the shadow, not the real you, to which I cling
Or Maybe there’s no separation there at all
I Just to hate to think that this has been you all along
How can it be possible that I'm no more than something growing old
can it be possible that I'm no more than something growing
How can it be possible that i’m no more than something growing old
can it be possible that I'm no more than something growing
Old
How can it be
I’m no more than something growing old
I’m no more than something growing old
How can it be
I’m no more than something growing old
How can it be
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2. |
Tornado
03:52
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Tornado warning on 95 South
I’d rather be turned to dust anyhow
Something Softer than what I am now
Something softer than what I am now
Love shifting shapes I can’t tell up from down
Each breath I take turns me more inside out
Something Softer than what I am now
Something Softer than what I am now
Nothing more or less than what we have now
Nothing more or less than what we have now
I’m a jealous guy
An eye for an eye
That won’t work this time
I know you can read my mind but I can’t read yours
Tell me what you need it’ll never be too much for me baby
Why can’t we have our cake and eat it too
Why can’t I get some from them and from you
Nothing more or less than what we have now
Nothing more or less than what we have now
Pulled out to sea to see but it’s my own damn fault
Wanna be safe I just wanna be caught
Let me linger on your chest
Let me linger on your chest
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3. |
WMN
03:35
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what would you say if I told you
i'm not the woman that you think I am
what would you say if I told you
i'm not a woman at all
am I late to my own party
I swore I saw my future staring right back out at me
cut a path right through the room I couldn't let her leave
not without me
not without me
what would you say if I told you
i'm not the woman that you think I am
what would you say if I told you
i'm not a woman at all
i'm convinced there's just one answer
that there's just one savior
there's just one master key
that I can use to open every door
that's locked in front of me
you can't leave
i'll never let you leave
not without me
not without me
not without me
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4. |
Scream Door
03:42
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I gave myself away
When I ran into the screen door
Everybody at the party saw me
Everybody might as well have yelled
Look there’s somebody trying to be somebody else
Somebody trying to be somebody else
Why didn’t you wait for me
Or at least tell me where you were going to
When we’re together I don’t much care what anybody else thinks
But I do sure do care about you
Lately i’ve noticed when you have a few drinks is the
Only time you let me get close to you
Somebody trying to be somebody else
Somebody trying to be
Somebody trying to be somebody else
Somebody trying to be
When the summer’s in full bloom like this
How’s anyone supposed to feel full
There’s a carnival spreading out before you
And Kids are screaming in the night
You’re reaching back to grab the moment
before it fades into the light
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5. |
Hide
03:26
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Firework, why must I always assume the worst?
White fragile like the first snow
When I know, the little piggies have been out to play
They want to make us stay inside
But I’m the one, I’m the only one who gets to
Hide, I hide
Here I’ve been hiding so deep in my own shame
I forgot i’m actually safe
cradling my fear like a sick newborn baby
cradling my fear like a sick newborn baby
All this time, trying to speak truth with this silver spoon in my mouth
It was there before I was born
There before my parents were born
And now it’s all mine to do with it what I will and still
Here I’ve been hiding so deep in my own shame
I forgot i’m actually safe
cradling my fear like a sick newborn baby
cradling my fear like a sick newborn baby
You can’t hide
You can’t hide
You can’t hide
You can’t hide
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6. |
Language
02:49
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Alone inside my head I’m kicking down the door and throwing you onto our bed
But when I’m awake I’m neutered
I am terrified of what my body wants
I don’t speak that language anymore
I don’t speak that language anymore
Somewhere in 2003 I’m running through the woods
Well I must be dreaming cause there I am spilling over
Spilling over
Spilling over
Spilling over
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7. |
Sleep Softly
03:25
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How dare you barge in like this, midnight on a Tuesday
There’s got to be a better place
for you to be
Than here in my way
Everybody’s sick of me talking about your charms
I can’t help it
we were sixteen
I can still feel you in my arms
I speak softly except for when I’m thinking of you
I sleep soundly except for when I’m thinking of you
The air in here is thin tonight, I swore I heard you laughing
Why was it not me but you, i’m a sucker for even asking
I sleep soundly except for when I’m thinking of you
I speak softly except for when I’m thinking of you
I sleep soundly except for when I’m thinking of you
I speak softly except for when I’m thinking of you
I sleep soundly except for when I’m thinking of you
I speak softly except for when I’m thinking of you
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