LYRICS


ONCE TOLD

A walk in the garden
We'll plant you a pardon.
To soldier your disgrace,
The long ride in this race.

Put your heart in this hand,
To keep and to hold it,
To listen when it shreds,
The atlas to pieces.

Once sold
Twice told.

You sing from the rafters
But what’s running after,
My sister will save me,
The mother who made me.

Once sold
Twice told.

One word leaves its mark on me,
Endlessly, carefully, on me.
What's new smothering it in shame?
Faces, they will fade.
So what's new thinking about the blame?
Hold it, hold it.

Once sold,
Twice told.

THE HUNT

A long way down
Climbing one by one
If you turn and run
I won't see it, I won't see it,
I won't see it, I won't see it.

We gotta hunt down
Before we fall and it's too late.
Hunt down,
Before we fall and it's too late.

I'm fool to wait,
Playing poor lost games,
While the gods dictate,
So I won't see it, I won't see it,
I won't see it, I won't see it.

We gotta hunt down
Before we fall and it's too late.
Hunt down,
Before we fall and it's too late.

We gotta hunt down
Before we fall
I won't see it, I won't see it,
I won't see it, I won't see it. x 2

RATTLE

You enjoy a love
That bottles you up
And you could pour it out
In this empty cup
But you'd lose it all
Or you can keep it all
And never erupt.

For you, it was the last time you know x 2

Sand through an hour glass,
As fickle as your hand that's trying to defend.
Run through the turn-styles,
Inhabited the front hall, in time for the wrecking ball.

Will you try to wake her?
Have you met your maker?

You endure a love that rattles your core
And in the same defence that I heard before
You offer it all,
Or you could keep the peace and never give up

Whisper but never let go you don't x 2

Sand through an hour glass,
As fickle as your hand that's trying to defend.
Run through the turn-styles,
Inhabited the front hall, in time for the wrecking ball.

Will you try to wake her?
Have you met your maker?

SLEEP

You don't have to easy on me,
I can cope.
You can use the bones that wrestle in you,
Give me hope.

When I float, I feel it wrapping around,
My ankles.
So I won't choke on the words to tell me,
I can soak.

It's not like I can hide.

When it's out I can sleep through the night in the bed I've made.
When it's out I can sleep through the night in the mess I've made.

I just want to hear you screaming at me,
But you won't.
And it's no fun to get away with murder of,
Ones you love.

It's not like I can hide.

When it's out I can sleep through the night in the bed I've made.
When it's out I can sleep through the night in the mess I've made.
When it's out I can sleep through the night in the bed I've made.
When it's out I can sleep through the night in the mess I've made.

GLASS

I shut my eyes to your protesting,
Ignore our future and our history,
Turn off the screaming on the TV,
Through plastic frames and fibre-optics.

And say the right words,
To make you shatter,
And say the right words,
To make you shatter.

Your body is a sugar coating,
It’s sticking to the words on my teeth,
You breathe them out and suck them in,
I count the crystals at my feet.

And say the right words,
To make you shatter,
And say the right words,
To make you shatter.

HUSH

Because I am your guy in these time
I will forego formalities and bring you back my dear
Let go of the carousel
Leave ‘em all circling themselves and let's get out of here
I may be far away from your love behind closed eyes
But maybe if you stay
We're building on muddy soil already
Why don't we make it clear?

Let go of the carousel
Let go of the carousel

CLOCK HANDS

The shiver of your hand
Remember you were once untrialled
A child, questioning.
The city has no plan.
But you could be the first to write one,
To write on in your hand.

Lit by after-light,
Spoke in semaphore,
I saw clock hands ticking over,
You asked me to save your soul.

The call you made again.
To tell me you were too caught up on,
Hung up on yesterday.
But the city has no plan,
And you could be the first to write one,
To write one in your hand.

Navigate without
Sticks and stones or an embrace,
No white albatross in the skies above our sails.
Navigate without
Sticks and stones or an embrace,
No white albatross in the skies above our sails.
Lit by after-light,
Spoke in semaphore,
I saw clock hands ticking over,
You asked me to save your soul.