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Dragging Behind
03:25
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Porch fan mocks me through the morning light
Unplugged and spinning
No spark to push it but it turns alright
What motivation
Looking into you like a broken mirror
You’re my skewed perspective
Someone should’ve told me it’s a bad idea
To love creation
I'll carry it with me
I'll hold it tight
I’m feeling burnt out
Dragging behind
I’ve been stumbling over the things I say
Words keep coming out the wrong way
Page is still empty and my pens gone dry
My good ideas on are on short supply
I'll carry it with me
I'll hold it tight
I’m feeling burnt out
Dragging behind
Dragging behind
Dragging behind
Good things are coming
Good things are coming
Good things are coming
Good things are coming
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No Stretch
04:31
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I anchor on to anything that won’t slip away
No cost, no harm, as long as it can’t hurt me someday
I won’t reach out for anything above me
No will to shake what I’m thinking
Lying on the floor again
Now I’m coming down
Lying on the floor again
Now I’m coming down
Our lights gone out, across the way it’s shining
It’s such a waste to throw away a good thing
So I’ll sit and wait for something else to move me
No stretch, no burn, in this body
Lying on the floor again
Now I’m coming down
Lying on the floor again
Now I’m coming down
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Big Hand
02:27
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Tongue tied morning
Idea forming
Front room laughter
Silent after
No time wasted
Short vacation
Strained relation
Charlie's sleeping
Wet clothes spinning
Kitchen crying
Kettle screaming
Big hand turning
Dark resurging
Undeserving
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Repeating
04:42
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There’s a bright light peeking through my window
And a rain cloud hanging over me
I shut the curtains cause I’ve got no need for
The new perspective it’s delivering
I feel so grateful just to be around you
But I’m in my head whenever you’re with me
I’ll be more present, I’ll prove it in the new year
I’ll be whatever you want me to be
I’m good for it
I keep re-writing new words for the same songs
There’s something hidden in the melody
But my head is empty so I’m stuck repeating
Three empty phrases until they mean something
You are the bright light peeking through my window
A beam of sunshine, the only thing I see
I’d spend my whole life underneath the gray sky
If you could spare a little time for me
I'm good for it
I'm good for it
I'm good for it
I've been dreaming since I met you
I've been dreaming since I met you
I've been dreaming since I met you
I've been dreaming since I met you
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Nothing I Won't Do
03:50
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I’m tired through the day time, I’m up through the night
I’m so sick of my routine, been missing the light
I don’t mind lack of focus, it’s nothing new
I just wish I could think of anything besides you
I should’ve listened to what my dad had to say
Don’t let anything stop you or stand in your way
But I invited her in and gave her a home
And I swallowed her vision in exchange for my own
I’ll shed my skin for
Nothing I won’t do
I’ll stretch, I’ll burn for you
Nothing I won’t do
I should’ve seen it, I should’ve known
I’d get tangled in something that wouldn’t let go
Now I’d trade my ambition for some sort of proof
That there’s a mutual feeling residing in you
I’ll shed my skin for
Nothing I won’t do
I’ll stretch, I’ll burn for you
Nothing I won’t do
There was something important I wanted to say
But I waited too long and the thought slipped away
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