1. |
Cut A Smile
04:37
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They barred up my window
To keep out the devil
A funny thing, he’s already in me
Do you see a shadow?
Do you feel it grow?
Hanging on my shoulder
Clutching at my collarbone
I cut a smile for you
Some kind of disease
Scratching at my neck
Chap my lips I’m everyone’s regret
Don’t think I don’t know that
I cut a smile for you
Oh I hate October
The leaves are dead
An autumnal casket
For my bed
I don’t want to talk about it
And the rain keeps breaking
Clouds in the sky
Washes of grey
Match the mud of my eye
I don’t want to talk about it
I cut a smile for you
And it must be my fault
It’s always my
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2. |
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They barred up my window
To keep out the devil
A funny thing, he’s already in me
Do you see a shadow?
Do you feel it grow?
Hanging on my shoulder
Clutching at my collarbone
I cut a smile for you
Some kind of disease
Scratching at my neck
Chap my lips I’m everyone’s regret
Don’t think I don’t know that
I cut a smile for you
Oh I hate October
The leaves are dead
An autumnal casket
For my bed
I don’t want to talk about it
And the rain keeps breaking
Clouds in the sky
Washes of grey
Match the mud of my eye
I don’t want to talk about it
I cut a smile for you
And it must be my fault
It’s always my
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3. |
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Verse
Searing at my lungs
You drape your arm around me
And searing at my tongue
Are the words I swallow
They sour like nicotine
Pre-Chorus
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
And closer we move
Chorus
See I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
Verse
Breaking at my limbs
I’m lying on the couch
I’m lying about my feelings again
All I don’t admit
Well I salt my resolve
And I store it in the cabinet
Pre-Chorus
You’re not meant for me
You’re reserved for someone else
And I’ve got my own shit
All the problems that I haven’t solved
I paste to my wall
Chorus
Still I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
Bridge
Care for your words
I place value
Where there is no worth
Care for how you touch me
Care for your words
I place value
Where there is no worth
Care for how you affect me
If I write a song
You hold it’s meaning
Chorus
See I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
Now it’s just a question of youth
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4. |
Let Me
03:34
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Verse
Searing at my lungs
You drape your arm around me
And searing at my tongue
Are the words I swallow
They sour like nicotine
Pre-Chorus
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
And closer we move
Chorus
See I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
Verse
Breaking at my limbs
I’m lying on the couch
I’m lying about my feelings again
All I don’t admit
Well I salt my resolve
And I store it in the cabinet
Pre-Chorus
You’re not meant for me
You’re reserved for someone else
And I’ve got my own shit
All the problems that I haven’t solved
I paste to my wall
Chorus
Still I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
Bridge
Care for your words
I place value
Where there is no worth
Care for how you touch me
Care for your words
I place value
Where there is no worth
Care for how you affect me
If I write a song
You hold it’s meaning
Chorus
See I don’t want be
Just anybody
Around you
And that’s all I can do
I don’t want to be
A wraith at the window
Let me in
Let me, let me
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
You’re not right for me
And I’m not for you
But the oxygen is leaving
Gravity closed the door to this room
Now it’s just a question of youth
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5. |
Ghost
04:19
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Verse
Kiss me in the store
In the aisle by the backdoor
There’s a slight hesitation
In asking for more
Did we drink a bit too much?
Probably cause we’re young
Slight hesitation
In wanting someone
Ahh
You take me home
And you take off my coat
And I could have predicted this
Months ago
Your head pressed against mine
Arms wrapped around my thigh
And I could have predicted this
Mess of night
Chorus
Still I like your breathing
This loss of feeling
Or words
Like a necklace
To be resting on your chest
I’ll be your ghost
Verse
Now we meet on the street
So our friends don’t see
Phantoms of the dark
Playing hide and seek
Let me borrow your hand
Well I’m cold and impatient
And phantoms of the heart
Have a way of escaping
Chorus
Oh is this the right thing
We’re barely thinking
Dear Lord
Still like a cigarette
I’m hanging from your lips
I’ll be your ghost
B Section
It’s amazing how
The time gets spent
Is it wasted away
In the sheets of a bed?
What’s to say?
There’s no escaping
More amazing how
We cool in the sun
But in the heat of the night
We’re all that we want
Twin ghosts
And who has to know?
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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6. |
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Verse
Kiss me in the store
In the aisle by the backdoor
There’s a slight hesitation
In asking for more
Did we drink a bit too much?
Probably cause we’re young
Slight hesitation
In wanting someone
Ahh
You take me home
And you take off my coat
And I could have predicted this
Months ago
Your head pressed against mine
Arms wrapped around my thigh
And I could have predicted this
Mess of night
Chorus
Still I like your breathing
This loss of feeling
Or words
Like a necklace
To be resting on your chest
I’ll be your ghost
Verse
Now we meet on the street
So our friends don’t see
Phantoms of the dark
Playing hide and seek
Let me borrow your hand
Well I’m cold and impatient
And phantoms of the heart
Have a way of escaping
Chorus
Oh is this the right thing
We’re barely thinking
Dear Lord
Still like a cigarette
I’m hanging from your lips
I’ll be your ghost
B Section
It’s amazing how
The time gets spent
Is it wasted away
In the sheets of a bed?
What’s to say?
There’s no escaping
More amazing how
We cool in the sun
But in the heat of the night
We’re all that we want
Twin ghosts
And who has to know?
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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7. |
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Verse
Carved in the mountain
The likeness of you
By fate or lack of conviction
My worst abuse
Your mantled eyes
Oh clearly been crying
And at my hand
But what was left?
Your salivating tongue
My bruising thumb
Oh how I pressed
And what was left?
Pre-Chorus
To say
Ask me to stay
Chorus
See I been writing songs
To get you out of my head
For a little longer
You keep calling me up
And I fall right back into it
Just a little longer
Just a little longer
Chorus
Spoke last evening
Both of blue
And was there closure?
Or did I avert that too?
Your shapeless words
A Ghost of hurt
I might have guessed
The rude affect
My salivating tongue
Your practiced thumb
Oh how you pressed
And what was left?
Pre-Chorus
To say?
Nothing to say
Chorus
When I been writing songs
To get you out of my head
For a little longer
You keep calling me up
And I fall right back into it
Just a little longer
Just a little longer
A little longer
Outro
Now Wait
I Wait
I Wait
I Wait
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8. |
A Little Longer
03:27
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Verse
Carved in the mountain
The likeness of you
By fate or lack of conviction
My worst abuse
Your mantled eyes
Oh clearly been crying
And at my hand
But what was left?
Your salivating tongue
My bruising thumb
Oh how I pressed
And what was left?
Pre-Chorus
To say
Ask me to stay
Chorus
See I been writing songs
To get you out of my head
For a little longer
You keep calling me up
And I fall right back into it
Just a little longer
Just a little longer
Chorus
Spoke last evening
Both of blue
And was there closure?
Or did I avert that too?
Your shapeless words
A Ghost of hurt
I might have guessed
The rude affect
My salivating tongue
Your practiced thumb
Oh how you pressed
And what was left?
Pre-Chorus
To say?
Nothing to say
Chorus
When I been writing songs
To get you out of my head
For a little longer
You keep calling me up
And I fall right back into it
Just a little longer
Just a little longer
A little longer
Outro
Now Wait
I Wait
I Wait
I Wait
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9. |
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Verse
Last night
I didn’t sleep much
A nightmare kept me awake
So I held
Onto my pillow
Tightly, but I still felt unsafe
I guess you might say
I’m growing up
This morning
Called my mama
Asking her for the cure
She said darling
Girl you know
That’s not how it works
You just go
Grow up
Bridge
[ahh]
But I’m not much for order
No I’ve always lived life askew
[ahh]
Now I must know my affairs
Or they’ll come kick me down
Till I bruise
So it goes
When you grow up
Verse
Still they’ll tell me
Don’t you fret none
You’re a young thing
With young things to do
Still I worry
Can’t help but worry
Don’t you?
Last night
I didn’t sleep much
A nightmare kept me awake
B-Section
So I’ll drink
Or maybe smoke a joint
If only to bleed out the white noise
And the young folk
In their latest trend
They’ll feel things
I’ve forgotten
But I’ve forgotten
Or maybe smoke a joint
If only to bleed out the white noise
And you young folk
In your latest trend
You’ll feel things
I’ve forgotten
And I’ve forgotten
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10. |
Young Thing
05:13
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Verse
Last night
I didn’t sleep much
A nightmare kept me awake
So I held
Onto my pillow
Tightly, but I still felt unsafe
I guess you might say
I’m growing up
This morning
Called my mama
Asking her for the cure
She said darling
Girl you know
That’s not how it works
You just go
Grow up
Bridge
[ahh]
But I’m not much for order
No I’ve always lived life askew
[ahh]
Now I must know my affairs
Or they’ll come kick me down
Till I bruise
So it goes
When you grow up
Verse
Still they’ll tell me
Don’t you fret none
You’re a young thing
With young things to do
Still I worry
Can’t help but worry
Don’t you?
Last night
I didn’t sleep much
A nightmare kept me awake
B-Section
So I’ll drink
Or maybe smoke a joint
If only to bleed out the white noise
And the young folk
In their latest trend
They’ll feel things
I’ve forgotten
But I’ve forgotten
Or maybe smoke a joint
If only to bleed out the white noise
And you young folk
In your latest trend
You’ll feel things
I’ve forgotten
And I’ve forgotten
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11. |
(Outro)
02:40
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I’ve been living with Ghosts
Of myself
Funny, what’s funny
They always come in unannounced
And make a mess of my room
Make a mess that I’m used to
But I don’t quite want them to leave
No I’m used to their company
You’ve been living with ghosts
Must look like me
A shadow, a specter that never quite ever
Gave you what you needed
Was I less than what you needed?
Less than what you hoped?
Less than what you needed?
Less than what you deserved
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12. |
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I’ve been living with Ghosts
Of myself
Funny, what’s funny
They always come in unannounced
And make a mess of my room
Make a mess that I’m used to
But I don’t quite want them to leave
No I’m used to their company
You’ve been living with ghosts
Must look like me
A shadow, a specter that never quite ever
Gave you what you needed
Was I less than what you needed?
Less than what you hoped?
Less than what you needed?
Less than what you deserved
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