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Spirit Level

I Can’t Cry

If my breathing seems too weak
I’ll be generous with sleep
If my eyes keep falling shut
It doesn’t mean I’ve had enough
Inconsistent though I am
I won’t be stopped with my great plan
Both you and me have starring roles

And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
I can’t, I can’t

A slave to everything I am
Swallowed up by my demands
I have reason to be sad
I never realize what I have
Changing circles move around
I can’t concentrate my sound
I’ll give it to you if I can

And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cry

Oh I won’t stop and I won’t fall
And I won’t change myself at all
Do it, buy yourself your dreams

And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
I can’t, I can’t

And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
I can’t, I can’t

And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
And in the picture I can’t cry
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cry

 

Will I Start To Bleed

Silence floats into the room
Whispers to me out of tune
And I wonder if these deadly
Awkward moments stay
Stabbing their spikes in me
Will I start to bleed

Raise your eyes until they’re mine
Lift yourself towards the light
Your face looks like a waterfall to me
If I concede
What is it going to mean
Will I start to bleed

Magnetic field around your heart
I’m sure I felt the engine start
But what if all the fuel runs out

Glad I didn’t stay with you
So much more for me to do
I am free like Mathieu
In The Age Of Reason
But something is missing
Will I start to bleed

 

Turn Away To The Stars

Sunlight burns me, scars and pain
Afterwards I add up the day

Multi-application, dividing time
Keeping me encouraged is enough
Kindness never hurt someone too much

I belong here, crying or laughing
I turn away to the stars

Soothing nightlight, soon comes sleep
Eating reality away
Ordering my eyes into the shade

I can win here, send me the reason
Wrapped in a kiss from the stars

 

Luscious Ghost

First I drew a breath
Fell into sleep
I was laughing at death
When I fell too deep
I awoke in a room
That I’d never seen
With velvet drapes
And ancient beams

And the night, she was whispering
And the portrait seemed to be real

I see your luscious ghost
Sharing you with the host
I see your luscious ghost

In a tear
Lies a force
You can’t fathom the fear
Or drink from the source
But you do
Running at you like light
Suffocated by darkness
And the widow in white

And the sky, she comes pressing down
Takes you, drowns you in blue

I see your luscious ghost
Sharing you with the host
I see your luscious ghost

And the sky, she comes pressing down
Takes you and drowns you in blue

I see your luscious ghost
Sharing you with the host
I see your luscious ghost

I see your luscious ghost
I see your luscious ghost

 

Scandinavian Stare

Hide you, lock you away for life
I can’t claim you from here, I’ve tried
Up in the trees
Where the leaves balance snow
Wet in the dark
All the stars want to glow

Still, your Scandinavian stare
Still, your Scandinavian stare

Winter, her puzzling wind, black ice
Summer, frightening him, to die
Felt kind of numb
Heard the sun shed some light
Spills on the stones
For the thief and her delight

Still, your Scandinavian stare
Still, your Scandinavian stare

Scandinavian stare

 

Can’t Ever Risk An Openness With You

Loud thump as my fist descends on to the wood
Cut, as your knife is swallowing my blood
Can’t, I can’t

White tear slipped out of my eyes on to a plate
Glass, shattered by the angers of our hate
Can’t, I can’t

I can’t ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness with you

Fell out, wandered like a lost heart in a ring
Bells, losing sight of Jesus as he sinks
Can’t, I can’t

I can’t ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness with you

I can’t ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness with you

And if I did
And if I did

I can’t ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness
Ever risk an openness with you

I can never risk an openness
Never risk an openness
Never risk an openness with you

 

Even Though You Are My Friend

In the distance there’s a hill
There’s a house upon the hill
On this side it’s dark
On the other side it’s green
I bite my nails, I touch my face
How long before I reach that place

The sky is pressing down
And it tears me from my sleep
I fall onto the ground
And the gorse rips at my skin
I scratch my eyes and open wide
How long before the other side

Even though you are my friend
This is the end, this is the end
Even though you cannot see
It’s up to you, it’s not up to me

The dizzy spell has gone
The tablet dissolved
The ache has left its mark
A not forgotten scar
I try the door, again it’s locked
And time stands still, on the broken clock

In the hallway where I stand
I see pictures on the wall
They’re all places that I’ve been
And I’ve loved
The back door and the front door are exactly the same
The floors they are the ceiling and the walls the window pane

Even though you are my friend
This is the end, this is the end
Even though you cannot see
It’s up to you, it’s not up to me

 

Adelle Yvonne

Lazy like a sleeping panther
Adelle Yvonne, I can’t trust your answer
The folly of the crippled dancer
Tricked me

Casual as black commanders
Winning wars the ghosts of Flanders
Shudder as their death enhances
Quickly

Adelle Yvonne
Long wide moments
Adelle Yvonne
Half-closed eyes
At shelter in Calais

Put up priests to complicate you
Put up sheets to dust protect you
Slipped your mind the words to warn you
Tell me

Can’t expect to test your valour
After all there’s only horror
Still there’s roads you shouldn’t follow
Guide me

Adelle Yvonne
Long wide moments
Adelle Yvonne
Half-closed eyes
At shelter in Calais

Tell me
Why her skirts are finer linen
Is she
Suffering the anguish found in cowards

Adelle Yvonne
Long wide moments
Adelle Yvonne
Half-closed eyes
At shelter in Calais

 

The Saddest House In Stockholm

The saddest house in Stockholm
Remembers former glories
Of views without the railway tracks
And flats with many storeys

Its towers were a splendour
But now I just feel pity
To see the broken windows
And walls full of graffiti

I long to sit alone inside
And recreate the past
Imagining an antique clock
That ran a little fast

And suddenly, it’s all bare boards
And giant walls and ceiling
Witnessing this empty shell
That once was full of feeling

The rain beats on the rooftop
But the heart already stopped
The fading yellow Stockholm paint
Around the bend bulldozers wait
Their gnashing blades of blood and hate
They’re anxious just to satiate
Condemning her to her cruel fate
Her beauty seemed to act as bait
Her ugliness to take his shape
A shadow cast from his dark cape
That dwarfs her curves and crashes her gate
Her doors will split, and her stairs innate
And dust and rubble in the grate
She’s so young, but it’s too late

The saddest house in Stockholm
Settles on her rock
Remembers her friend
His fingers and hands
The ticking, though, has stopped

 

Kiss You To Death

In the rain, in the pouring sun
I have hardly begun to celebrate you
For a chance, for a thousand years
I will fight just to steer a moment with you

I’m so frightened, a heart’s excitement
I’ll kiss you

In a field, running through the trees
Oh what can this be, ridiculous and new
I’ll retreat, then advance to the front
Unafraid to be blunt, I’m taking you

See my fire, I can’t tire
I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away
I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away

What’s the time, a quarter past none
And infinity is long, waiting for you
There you are, stepping out of the train
Igniting the flame, this calamity that’s you

Got you, keep you, prepared for you
I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away
I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away

I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away
I’ll kiss you to death
If you even try to get away

 

Melts My Heart

Tapped on my shoulder
Turned ’round to see her
Gowns made of satin
She started laughing

I’d been out walking
The hills had been sloping
I drank some tea with her
Sat in a tree with her

I’d been balancing for a thousand years
And in a second I fell down

Flushes my cheeks
Ruins my weeks
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Don’t eat for days
It won’t go away
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Burned by her beauty
Savage and sultry
Face like a goddess
Soul like a priestess

The world is an island
Sitting in my hand
Stare at you longer
I can’t keep my hands from her

Her hair is golden thread, glittering
Her mind is drifting in the stars

Steals my eyes
Heals my cries
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Love her so much
Her feel and her touch
Melts my heart, melts my heart

She floats down the Nile
All the pyramids smile
The shape of her cheekbones
Even her sleep glows

In case you don’t know her
You might recognize her
You just have to want her
Soon you will see her

Who created such a perfect thing
I think the answer’s in our hearts

Chasing my tail
Sending me pale
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Steals my eyes
Heals my cries
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Love her so much
Her feel and her touch
Melts my heart, melts my heart

Swear that I’d die
If she flew to the sky
Melts my heart, melts my heart

 


In Circles

Never had a chance
I shook inside I tried
I knew about the tears
I cried until I disappeared

Into the blockade of your broken heart
And stop beating
Love to love again

Push me harder
Follow me round and round
(In circles)
Join the circle drawn upon the ground
(In circles)
I fall over, I am balancing
(In circles)
Break this blackness, my heart is scattering
(In circles)

Tried to look away
But May you were behind me
Didn’t sleep for days
How’d I incur a crying

All night long you’d hold onto your broken heart
And stop beating
Love to love again

Push me harder
Follow me round and round
(In circles)
Join the circle drawn upon the ground
(In circles)
I fall over, I am balancing
(In circles)
Break this blackness, my heart is scattering
(In circles)
Whoa-whoa!

All night long you’d hold onto your broken heart
Onto your broken heart
And stop beating
Love to love again

Push me harder
Follow me round and round
(In circles)
Join the circle drawn upon the ground
(In circles)
I fall over, I am balancing
(In circles)
Break this blackness, my heart is scattering
(In circles)
(In circles)
(In circles)

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