Lyrics

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Old Love Letters

In the wilds of the evening
you deceived me
showed me how the wings I thought I'd clipped
could fly
Brushed aside, like old love letters
Folded as old hands in mine

Comfort in routine
mundane solutions to a question that has never brushed a lip
Strange that this fear of a feeling
Looms like these ceilings

Oh you lied
You can brush me aside
But you'll never leave me behind
Brushed aside, never leave me behind

Old, old, love letters...

As we promised

The sky is flooding, I am gripped in guilty smoke
the engine's running, nigh on empty
she's not waiting in the car
as we planned
as we promised

The landscape's lost through my tears:
the scene is flooding
and so I'll wait
but she's not late, she's not compromised
no,
she's not coming


And you pray that she'll show, walk between the rows
or pretend it's not fear when she's late to appear
in her absence the hand forever slows
You were somebody's someone, can that be enough?
Can you stand from the fall made of stronger stuff?
See this tale weaves itself, because this kind of love
is never promised
As we promised
As we promised

COLD AND CALCULATED

I can hear them through the walls
The heaving generation who are born from graceful falls
and they'll chase me 'til i crawl

No heat in your moment, no skip in your beat
Cold and calculated, designed to compete
You're a lonely soul, not unusual.


And you my love?
Where did you go?
What metal words leave you cold?
I've been singing and singing all the wrong songs for you
singing and singing all the wrong songs for you
I've been singing and singing all the wrong songs for you
singing and singing all the wrong songs for you
For You