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We'll pull apart each others velcro heart,
I'm going stick to whiskey to peel me off you.
So i top up another papercup of jack,
boy ive drunk enough to sink a fleet of relationships.
She hides them under the stairs,
her dirty little secrets in bows, so
We'll pull apart each other velcro heart,
unhooked the whiskey floods my insides.
I dont care what she says when im not around,
dont care either way,
as long as your out of sight, out of mind,
cause ill build me up again with sticks stones and broken bones,
i'll start from my toes then rip through your sky.
She hides them under the stairs,
old black and white pictures of coal and snow.
We'll pull apart each others velcro heart,
unhooked the whiskey drowns my insides,
as this sinking relationship hits the rocks again,
cracked ice.
Then killing time by wasting mine,
your disposable but i cant throw you away,
i'll recycle the parts of my heart you neatly tore apart,
still i can't control orders inside of me,
hell i just dont know what you ever seen in me,
still this relationship sank.
We'll pull apart each others velcro heart,
unhooked the whiskey drowns my insides,
as this sinking relationship hits the rocks again,
cracked ice.
Still doing time for killing mine, our bodies fade around a childish mind,
you'll never stop feeling young when your old.
Our bodies will fall apart, still pumping strong these teenage hearts,
you'll never stop feeling young when your old,
you'll never stop acting young when your old.
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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 spring 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 spring 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 of fortunes that 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 it's my head that's not right for all this life been told its not screw on tight and empty just a skull.
My mind starts to spring 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 you, about you all about you.
So we're breaking off into pieces, ill collect them all like a zigsaw,
then glue them back together with your tears.
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Break back inside my wooden chest you'll find,
an antique thats stuck in time,
will you rewind the hands 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 answers 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.
Breaking 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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We closer to this now, it's all my fault, how?
we'll go back to her start.
Wicked mood swings they're sore on my neck then aching whiplashes all day.
We'll sort me now to sort you out,
your up and down then in and out,
wrapped around your cardigan all day.
I know, i know, i know we're not ok.
His skeleton feels full up, its must weigh a tone,
he drags it around with him all day.
The bones on his foot left holes in your socks.
Sew them up to throw them out.
We'll sort you now to sort me out,
your up and down then in and out,
wrapped around your carnage forever.
I know, i know, i know we're not ok, so disarm me with your armies,
camouflaged in fake leaves, i know we're not ok.
I know, i know you'll never work me out before you go home,
you keep on picking up rocks picking up rocks to throw across the sea,
and land upon that other beach to touch your family.
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released November 2, 2011
Ruairí Connolly: Vocals/Rhythm/Bass/Lead guitars
Leanne Doherty: Backing Vocals
Conor Crampsie: Drums/Percussion
Niall Dalton: Piano on 'Antique'
Recorded, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Niall Dalton
Artwork by Ruairí Connolly
All songs by Ruairí Connolly
