1. |
Circles
03:42
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if i were to feel a body
i'd want it to be yours
i'm heavy as water
no bay and no shallow
if i were to take it lightly
i wouldn't hold the course
but i'm treading the water
you pull like an arrow
but i want to
take a cab to
your apartment
is that what you meant?
did i make a mess
of your best intent?
did i make a mess
of you good intentions?
there's something about this city
that i never wanted
but now i feel it on me
behind your pale complexion
i see a little colour
oh god say you remember
say you remember
when i walked in
to your apartment
and we did nothing
and we did nothing
did i make a mess
of your best intent?
did i make a mess
of good intentions?
i see circles all the time
cast me out and catch my line
i see circles all the time
sink into my open eyes
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2. |
Devoted
03:36
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you've been looking at me with a keener eye
boasting the long lights of numbers from saturday nights
you've been creating gilded temples in my mind
corrupt sacred castles that bathe in my red sacrifice
but you're both cruel and kind
my marble man and i
i cannot seem to turn away
i wanna be the one you save
down, i'm on my knees
all i want is to be your
doomed devoted
doomed devoted saint
when i am checking my messages for the 5th time
the roar of the silence is hollow behind my green eyes
quicker a small lip of lava escapes from your mouth
the sky's filled with ash and its too late to distance myself
but you're both cruel and kind
my marble man and i
i cannot seem to turn away
i wanna be the one you save
down, i'm on my knees
all i want is to be your
doomed devoted
doomed devoted saint
i've been looking for you in all the wrong places
now i am stone i'm alone i am hidden and graceless
but you're both cruel and kind
my marble man and i
i cannot seem to turn away
i wanna be the one you save
down, i'm on my knees
all i want is to be your
doomed devoted
doomed devoted saint
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3. |
Lights
03:12
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bar side bottles high
remember when back in 2009
we ran around like there was nothing dark inside
but now i can count
the times i’ve burned the torch right out
humming songs that i could never write
i’ve chosen not to linger
stepping over rattlesnakes
there’s far too many candles
on this birthday cake
to have you coming
when the lights go down
when you come round
forget about it
so now its evens out
and i am back to holding down
little flames i keep on every now and then
but then your peter pan
making me feel like a cancer
never growing up or out of you
i’ve chosen not to linger
stepping over rattlesnakes
there’s far too many candles
on this birthday cake
to have you coming
when the lights go down
when you come round
forget about it
i always thought you were the one
just like all the other ones
line them up and make them run
right out and run and run and run
i’ve chosen not to linger
stepping over rattlesnakes
there’s far too many candles
on this birthday cake
to have you coming
when the lights go down
when you come round
forget about it
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4. |
Montreal
03:39
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i tell regular lies
I’m so sick of ontario guys
cause the kensington crowd
never sing never dance never shout
i wanna get out
im so sick of your wide open mouth
and your keatsian flair
tell me when you will cut off your hair
i wanna go to montreal
electric noises they allow
make the best of me
from the very worst of me
they say wherever you go
the escape will be painful and slow
but i still run ahead
you can find me once i am dead
there’s something sad about it all
so one way trip to montreal
make the best of me
from the very worst of me
you’re the only one i ever seem to hear
i got records for days
but i got nothing for them to play
you talk hours on hours
hush me up as we walk past the tower
god let me go to montreal
you’ve never spoken quite so loud
make the best of me
from the very worst of me
there's something sad about it all
so one way trip to montreal
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5. |
Sirens
04:25
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bad decisions
I’m the best
~~
tunnel vision
over-dressed
beat pause count the claws
that i dug into your shoulder
ooh i grab the night
wear it til I’m only sober
i caused all the lights to flare
i can hear the siren
(ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
i can hear the siren
(ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
hushing all the world it seems
that everything i do is down to you
rising like sirens
giving up
is my only hope
~~
im a shadow
you’re a stone
so i ride it out
making you my only order
cool time flicker light
dry as ice and thick as water
i caused all the lights to flare
i can hear the siren
(ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
i can hear the siren
(ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
hushing all the world it seems
that everything i do is down to you
rising like sirens
i wouldn't do it for you
i do it for myself
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