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Distracted
04:29
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Let me lie in the way you used to do
I awoke from a dream, I was lost at sea
And the sails are starting to creak
But it’s broken, it’s broken, I’m being ignored
I’m awake on the deck or asleep overboard
In a lot of ways
To swim and to drown might look the same
Feel sick, too bad
All hands on deck, the ship is burning down
Pull another breath above the waves
‘Cause what you get is always what you get
The rope, the rope is a frayed and lonely one
But I’m hanging on
Give me a chance to check the way again
Finding land is a trap, I’m addicted to maps
And the compass is pointing up
But it’s haunted, it’s haunted, I’ve seen it before
There’s a ghost on the ship floating up through the floor
In a lot of ways
That anchor’s long gone anyway
No sleep, beat black and blue
No milk to feed the crew
All hands on deck, the ship is burning down
Pull another breath above the waves
‘Cause what you get is always what you get
The rope, the rope is a frayed and lonely one
But I’m hanging on
I’m hanging on
They’ll cry, blame the boat
They’ll die, we won’t
All hands on deck, the ship is burning down
Pull another breath above the waves
‘Cause what you get is always what you get
The rope, the rope is a frayed and lonely one
But I’m hanging on
Do I seem distracted to you?
Do I seem distracted to you?
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2. |
Space Baby
04:25
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Turning your toys like an astronaut
Hoping they won’t float away
Curling your hair in your fingertips
Lips working out what you’re trying to say
Tearing out pages and slapping the keys
With a frown that reminds me of me
Falling in mirrors and kissing our cheek
I could think that you know what that means
I’ve seen it in pictures and read all the books
I’ll admit I could never believe
How wonderful this place could look from so high
Space Baby
Space Gracie
Lighting your eyes like two thieves round the fire
With a joke that’s years away
Smile to one side like your mother’s and mine
At the games we’re learning to play
It’s getting so late, but one day you won’t need me
To hold you and help you find sleep
Chin to the light and leaves on your spacesuit
You’re braver than I’ll ever be
I’ve seen it in pictures and read all the books
I’ll admit I could never believe
How wonderful this place could look from so high
Space Baby
Space Gracie
Gliding the floor and your cheek round the door
When we sound like we’re further away
Maybe you’re older, grown up and bolder
Still feeling the love from today
Mission control, we’ve run our own tests
For the strongest of winds that we’ve seen
Swimming through starlight and crashing to earth
The trick’s learning to fly in between
I’ve seen it in pictures and read all the books
I’ll admit I could never believe
How wandering footsteps could figure out life
How one little goblin could learn how to fly
How wonderful this place could look from so high
Space Baby
Space Gracie
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3. |
A Shovel Like That
03:23
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Make no mistakes
Redo the words, I make the plans
Don’t call it disagree
I think you just don't understand
You know I love you, best believe you'll never best me
You know I love you, nothing you’ve done can impress me
You being down just brings me down
We made it home, you're safe with me
Safe from who I trained to be
I'm an animal with hot blood on its face
I'm a criminal with a sack of mistakes
Feel everything, you don't scare me
You won't scare me
Yeah I talk a lot, but I'm not very smart
I’ve been cutting the nerve from my head to my heart
I’m never one for taking the help
I'm trying to spare you from myself
Would the climb back down kill you?
'Cause I worry it might kill me
I finally sent the soldier home
So I guess we're going to see
Everyone wins, in everything
When I'm not blind for trying to win
There's got to be something to the sense that
There's a lot of life if you let it in, let go, let them in
Let her in
We made it home, you're safe with me
Safe from who I trained to be
I'm an animal with hot blood on its face
I'm a criminal with a sack of mistakes
Feel everything, you don't scare me
You won't scare me
Yeah I talk a lot, but I'm not very smart
I’ve been cutting/chewing the nerve from my head to my heart
I’m never one for taking the help
I'm trying to spare you from myself
What's the matter, don't you wanna
Be another poster for the problem?
At the centre like you’re meant to
Tough, stoic, feared, relied upon
Fall a bit, to play is tougher
Get it right and the fall can be upwards
What you’re made of is made to be broken
Seen? Heard? Shit what have you awoken?
We made it home, you're safe with me
Safe from who I trained to be
Yeah I'm an animal with hot blood on its face
I'm a criminal with a sack of mistakes
Feel everything, you don't scare me
You won't scare me
Yeah I talk a lot, but I'm not very smart
I’ve been chewing the nerve from my head to my heart
Never been one for taking the help
I'm trying to spare you from myself
You think it’s bad, my fragility
Imagine how I got stuck with me
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4. |
Not Real Yet
03:33
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The words ‘broken heart’ are an insult to this
A worse thing to find, a different kind of sick
Eleven weeks before, and one night between
A couple very alone, and what stays a dream
She has to hear again ‘at least you know you can’
She remembers injections, dejected plans
He's tortured by practical thoughts he resists
Have we cancelled tomorrow? Have we lost the gifts?
Stupid, what were you thinking of?
There's no preparing for this love
Twenty-eight percent
Can be explained but never felt
Life only gives out yes or no
It works or not
They breathe or don't
Twenty-eight percent
A little older each attempt
Given a chance, we want so much
Things collapse and you'll never want enough
Maybe isn't it is
One day isn't it is
Trying isn't it is
Wanting isn't it is
Having hope is just seeing what isn't around you
Be as strong as you like, but the ocean will drown you
Wake up, not expecting any more
Wake up, we were further the day before
No, no, there's no replacing who we lost
No, no, there's no relating this to us
No, no, there's no escaping chasing love
Twenty-eight percent
Can be explained but never felt
Life only gives out yes or no
It works or not
They breathe or don't
Twenty-eight percent
A little older each attempt
Given a chance, we want so much
Things collapse and you'll never want enough
Maybe isn't it is
One day isn't it is
Trying isn't it is
Wanting isn't it is
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5. |
Do What You Can
03:58
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I watch her take the needle out for the ninth time
The itching skin has stopped trying to bleed
The idea it's nearly over is cold, weird comfort for her
And for me
I watch her find another smile and in the back of my mind
I shake the feeling we're in for defeat
There's only so many times it feels kind to patch over the 'her'
With a 'we'
However much I need to be strong, she finds more
It's 'here we go again' meets 'here we've never gone before'
Why can't all these things be all about me?
I could mend, I could hurt, I could feel if you were getting some sleep
I could say you won't lie here alone
I'd say I know how you feel, but I know I don't
Why can't I get my share of who we're trying to be
I watch her have to change herself so our life will
Becoming a stranger in her own machine
The description of normal is callous and torments her
And me
Comforting feels so weak, I can't do more
It's ‘here we go again’ meets ‘here we've never give before’
I built a house with my hands for both of us
I built a love, I built a trust
They never failed
To fix the broken
But broken's not what this is
I'd give it all if giving was useful
If saving her
Will save us all
Holding hands to help the swelling
Skip some parts to aid the telling
I'm selfish, in the way
I hope you love me anyway
Why can’t all these things be all about me?
Why can't all these things be all about me?
I could mend, I could hurt, I could feel if you were getting some sleep
I could say you won't lie here alone
I'd say I know how you feel, but I know I don't
Why can't I get my share of who we're trying to be
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6. |
I Was Just Hungry
03:32
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Ok, so I might not have indicated
And the corner snuck up on me
But it's not my fault you were driving the kids
Could they give it a rest with the screams?
What was I supposed to do, let go of my bubble tea?
There was no need for you to go running to the police
There was no need to tell them it felt like deliberately
I was just hungry
I was just tired, I've been struggling to sleep
I'm sorry if you're hurt
I shouldn't shout in the car
I'm sorry but agree to agree
You should probably forgive me
You should probably forgive me
Yeah well it's always smelled in this part of the hall
You can't point the finger at me
It's not like I didn't clean everything up
That I could reach really easily
And anyway that's why they're paid to clean
There was no need to think you'd be the one to teach me a lesson
There was no need to tell Jeanette down on reception
I was just hungry
I was just tired, I've been struggling to sleep
I'm sorry if you're hurt
I shouldn't dump it at work
I'm sorry but agree to agree
You should probably forgive me
You should probably forgive me
You should probably forgive me
You should probably forgive me
Who do you think you are, anyway?
I'm sorry if you were offended, what more do you want me to say?
Just drop it drop it
I was just hungry
I was just tired, I've been struggling to sleep
I'm sorry if you're hurt
You should learn to chill out
I'm sorry but agree to agree
I was just hungry
I was just tired, I've been struggling to sleep
I'm sorry if you're hurt
I shouldn't have called you a cunt
I'm sorry but agree to agree
You should probably forgive me
You should probably forgive me
Says here you have to forgive me
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