The Sound Your Life Makes

Keeping blows low
Slow and steady you win the race
Crying on your shoulder
Declared me your opponent late that day
An empire builds to break
When you’re around it makes a sound
It carries me away

Oh my bones
Becoming weak and brittle from the wrong wrong notes
The session player keeps repeating over
With a poker face
Like he’s never heard of grace
It’s not his fault
His poor paid job makes him hesitate

If i hide away would you come back to me?
If i make my mind up naturally

We keep tearing out the pages
From the books we’ve read so many times
Looking for elation in other people’s lives
Every new year consumed with solutions we despise
But what’s the point in trying if you’re always on my mind?

Met my ghost
He taught me how to own up to the little knives i’d thrown
You need your mother’s love like you need a home
Until the sound your life makes
Becomes your favourite place
It’s all your fault
Just play your part
Listen to what they say

They say “oh oh my my”

If i hide away would you come back to me?
If i make my mind up naturally

We keep tearing out the pages
From the books we’ve read so many times
Looking for elation in other people’s lives
Every new year consumed with solutions we despise
But what’s the point in trying if you’re always on my mind?