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No Consolation (intro)
01:05
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The sun heats up the Island, until it scolds our dirty feet
Like silence in the movies, I’m waiting for the beat
You say I’m under-achieving, well at least I’m still believing
And if we go out this evening, then all the kids are singing
These cameras have nothing on us
These feelings they belong to us
These cameras have nothing on us
These feelings they belong to us
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You said you’d meet me by the sea,
Murky water and diseased trees,
A tide that seems to wash away all hope.
Grazing knees and skimming stones,
The northern current will lead me home
And one by one our silhouettes dissolve
But here I wait for you, to call my name,
It’s a little retreat where things won’t stay the same
Cos I threw my future to sea,
Threw my future to sea, threw my future to sea
Threw my future to sea,
Threw my future to sea.
A thousand pictures are all I have,
Discoloured by years of sunlight,
Cartography to map out my regrets.
I feel like nothing will phase my again,
Cos nothing hurts like you my friend.
And one by one the promises all break.
But here I wait for you, to call my name,
Even though the touch of your skin won’t feel the same
Cos I threw my future to sea,
Threw my future to sea, threw my future to sea
Threw my future to sea,
Threw my future to sea.
But if your heart keeps beating for me,
Keeps beating for me
Keeps beating for me
Then meet me by the sea
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I can’t make it up to you darling,
but I’ve found a truth we both can believe in,
Wake up call or quarter-life crisis
Jesus died at 33.
You put on ‘things we lost in the fire’
Says goodbye daylight, try a little harder
Now we’re counting calories in our sleep.
So let’s drink – til it feels like we’re not breathing
Let’s drink – til it feels like we’re not thinking
Let’s drink – til we think that we’re not feeling
It’s these tiny little moments
Help us forget all our problems
As the crowded bars turn on their lights
I’ll be here, I’m waiting
I can’t make it up I know
We’ve both got things we never should have mentioned,
Wake up call or quarter-life crisis
Jesus died at 33
You put on ‘the execution of all things’
Sit around and wait til the phone rings
Now we’re making back up plans in our sleep
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
What use are one night stands? If we can’t even now hold hands
And what use are shedding doubts, if we can’t even now go out
Chorus
It’s these tiny little moments
Help us forget all our problems
As our jaded minds burn out the stars,
I’ll be here, I’m waiting
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Keep your eyes on the prize,
cos we haven't got time.
The slacker generation all found things to do,
and one day I am hoping that I might too.
Sleep tight girl, when are you coming home?
Are these the best days that we've ever known?
Now your heart’s withdrawn, you're a state,
and tonight I think I'll stay awake,
but the voices on your estate are not ours.
Like Bonnie Tyler I was falling apart,
but nobody would witness the eclipse of my heart.
And I guess that awkward mornings are worse than lonely nights, but you could stop the sadness dripping from my eyes.
Clear the coast kid (the coast is clear)
I feel something, but it can’t start here
Now your heart’s withdrawn, you're a state,
and tonight I think I'll stay awake,
but the voices on your estate are not ours.
They’re not ours
Now your heart’s withdrawn, you're a state,
and tonight I think I'll stay awake,
but the voices on your estate are not ours x2
They’re not ours, They’re not ours,
They’re not ours, They’re not ours
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5. |
Walk You Home
03:40
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We have the factories, the songs we sing, the leaves that fall.
We burn the photographs, the truth that lies beneath it all.
I'd walk you home I said, for the last time,
We'd take the back-streets, we'd take the long way.
We crunch the numbers, punch the timecards,
Who can ask for more?
We make the small talk in the small bars,
Until we lose rapport
I'd walk you home I said, for the last time,
We'd take the back-streets, we'd take the long way.
But I'll only say 'I miss you', one more time.
We forge the memories, the sights, the smells, the touch,
the sounds.
We give up half our lives collapsing in provincial towns.
I'd walk you home I said, for the last time,
We'd take the back-streets, we'd take the long way
But I'll only say 'I miss you' one more time.
And why wont you believe me? When I say that I need you, why wont you believe me?, this time.
But I'll only say 'I miss you' one more time
Yes, I'll only say 'I miss you' one more time
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Warm Winters Colchester, UK
Colchester based indie-rock band. Influences include The Cure, Pulp, Blur, Manic Street Preachers and Bell & Sebastian.
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