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On that day, the day you turned to vapour,
was pointing out all our pros and cons until your,
condensation just seemed to linger on the phone.
Line by line i tried to reel you in,
on a fishing line of conversation,
an angler tugging on your heart strings,
but i couldn't pull you in.
Oh oh oh oh.....
She hung up, so upside down she left me,
the business of the heart is so forgetful,
so then i tell myself, "Never end up here again."
and i know ill figure me out again,
and i know ill get back on my feet again,
but right now i can't even see the fifth of the ninth,
forever just ran out.
29 to 23:59,
all those early 20's you took to hide,
from me, you kept them to spend them on yourself,
just to make me that little bit more,
shorter in pockets of my mind,
i'm sure you'll fill me up to foul me over time,
her low self esteem has never been this high,
dressed up to the nines.
A penny for those thoughts,
if your selling dreams ill take the lot,
fuck counting sheep i'm count me,
out of every memory that reminds me of her.
On that day, the day you turned to vapour,
was pointing out all our pros and cons until your,
condensation just seemed to linger on the phone.
Line by line i tried to reel you in,
on a fishing line of conversation,
an angler tugging on your heart strings,
so cue the violins.
29 to 23:59,
all those early 20's you took to hide,
from me, you kept them to spend them on yourself,
just to make me that little bit more,
shorter in pockets of my mind,
im sure you'll fill me up to foul me over time,
her low self esteem has never been this high,
dressed up to the nines.
Oh oh oh oh.....
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Break back inside my wooden chest you'll find,
an antique thats stuck in time,
will you rewind the hands back before the clocks stopped.
to tell me you are near?
break back inside, im under lock and key,
chisel holes in my skin to tear me out of me.
The answer to your questions are in those questions that you ask
I know you control me, i told you you do
so why, yeah why ask these questions that you do?
you know me
Between her lines pens and paper dont work.
I do make marks but its the shapes and curves,
that dont make no sence so i leave clean pages
I know you control me, i told you you do
so why, yeah why ask these questions that you always do?
you owe me
I know why your shoes collect stones,
because you forget that your laces are undone.
Breakingins her sleep he rings you in the night
zombie in sheeps skin who's had one too many, possessed
I know you control me, i told you you do
so why, yeah why ask these questions that you always do?
I know you control me
how many times for goodness sakes,
do we have to go through this?
Why yeah why ask those questions that you do,
you own me.
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You echo what i feel,
then feel what i echo,
returning words not real,
cause your an illusion.
Taking off my hat just to sit down,
then opening doors to let you out.
This is real to me but what is real anyway?
I can see now what's happening here tonight,
you're taking her away taking her away, this is frighten,
and i dont want to know why your doing this in plain sight,
cause i am here i'm so near to you tonight,
you are real, i think.
Well i don't want to be here,
but you're an exception,
and force me to take the air,
but hold on hold on.
cause i can't seem to work you out,
you're buried deep in your doubt.
But this is real to me but what is real anyway?
I can see now what's happening here tonight,
you're taking her away taking her away, this is frighten,
and i dont want to know why your doing this in plain sight,
cause i am here i'm so near to you tonight,
you are real, i think.
Turn out the light,
I've turned out your light,
and it's not coming back on.
Let me inside, inside you,
to let me decide to work you out,
for good.
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We're breaking up into pieces, ill collect them all like a zigsaw,
glue them back together with your tears.
Your sitting here writing this song, goose pimples seem to come along,
they whisper for awhile then they're off.
Then my mind starts to string when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat, has got me in the shit so many times,
yes about you, about you, about you.
Shes the sniper of my chest with magazines filled with beauty tips,
to cover up the saddness in your eyes.
Then finally the penny drops on childish ways to kill us off.
Her minds made up, made up of bits and bobs.
Then my mind starts to string when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat, has got me in the shit so many times,
yes about you, about you, about you.
Slowly you get up for work, feed the cats then jump into the shower to wash your armor for the day ahead.
In there do you think about the man lying in your bed that might wreck your plans fortunes thats you've made,
because you deserve a better man who'll treat you right and understand the way you think and how you plan out your life,
but maybe its my heads thats not right for all this life been told its not screw on tight and empty just a skull.
My mind starts to string when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat, has got me in the shit so many times,
about you, about you, about you.
This songs about, about you all about you.
So we're breaking off into pieces, ill collect them all like a zigsaw,
glue them back together with your tears.
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BBC Introducing Session Recorded April 30th in Belfast 2012.
released September 1, 2012
All songs written by Ruairí Connolly
