Undone
You lay down to a chorus of unzipping
Waking up to the sound of t. shirts ripping
It comes undone, you come undone
She poured me a Lemsip for the cough I was suppressing
Stuck me in a little moonshine of her own concocting
It comes undone, you come undone
253 from Camden Town
Swollen lips and swaying hips
Hide me in the shadows
First class, class A
It comes undone, you come undone
You lay down to a chorus of unzipping
Waking up to the sound of t. shirts ripping
It comes undone, you come undone
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Alcatraz
You took a cable car down to Fisherman’s Wharf and there was
A man handing out tickets down to the next ferry out and you jumped
It was
The past
Slowly dying
I took the train down to Haight Ashbury again
There was a man handing out stickers that said
I love San Francisco
It was
The smell
And the taste
See the sunset from the boat
See Golden Gate bridge afloat
There goes
There goes, Alcatraz
Halloween parties and fancy dress
Giant pumpkins and distress
It would end
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Come Down
I know you like to come and go as you please
You’re too much, of a match for me.
I promise not to propose, you take off all of your clothes
You were right, it’s not so black and white.
I’m not the only one looking for freedom
Not the only one, holding out for the right one.
For all you know, I’ve been here before.
Five years ago to the day,
I crossed this threshold in another way
Drunk and gibberish it was just like this.
Same old story and I can’t resist
I’m a sucker for the kiss
For all you know
I’ve been here before
The same front door, the back garden wall was falling down on the one side
The same bedroom, the carpet stains paint pictures of you
You were, hopelessly trying to forget.
Come Down, don’t worry about it’s just the come round
Don’t think about it honey come down
We can get each other through the come round.
Can only last for so long, that’s alright with me
You can only hold on so long
You’re too much, of a match for me
Honey you’re too much
Come down, it’s just the come round
Honey
Come Round
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Fold
You called
His bluff
And he raised the stakes
Ask not
What he has
But what you want
In the corner of your eye you’ll see
He’s got nothing on your hand
And you fold
Call to his loan
And the brakes are off
Who will stop the fire
When the gloves come off
In the corner of your mouth
You’ll taste
Sweet sweet victory
He’s got nothing on your hand
And you Fold
You share
And
Time dares
To bend
Your arm
Regardless of the qualms
Before
The Storm
Or who
Lost or won
When you
Have it all
There must be
Someone
Undone
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More
No more abuse
No more anger
No more under appreciating
No more Tears
No more misunderstanding
No more hating without knowing
No more pretending
No more Fear
The day breaks and it takes
You a long, long time to rise
These days
Got to break this spell that binds you
Doesn’t take too long to find you
Thought I was beyond you
You thought I was above you
But I am
No better or worse than you are
No more or less than you
The day breaks and it takes
You a long, long time to rise
Got to break this spell that binds you
Doesn’t take too long to find you
So I will forget about them
Just me and you
They don’t have a clue
About you like I do
But they’ll see it too
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Hey George
Hey George, do you know they’ve got CCTV all over this town
In your fictional world
Post war forties on the fourth floor, do you see them looking in?
Do you see them looking
in
Day and night.
She went to buy, a loaf of bread, they stole the bike that knocked her dead
To the left it was looking instead
Not even a
trace
Of a number plate
Call stop the clock tower, the desk is burning
We are yearning no more
Call to the Watch Tower, I’ve got my eye on you
Day and night
Do you see the cameras shift
A hundred cameras but the killers go free, no
They can’t see through
Fibre glass and plastic
Welcome to Big Brother Street
It’s a great place to come and meet
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Tiptoed
An unexpected flutter of butterflies as your hand touches mine and your eyes
Even more surprised.
I tiptoed when I kissed you love
But I refuse to let you love
Keep haunting me from afar
So I dig my heels in to the ground
Try to love the one I found
And I do
I do love you but
The guilt weighs heavy on my soul
The more I write, the more I know
There’s
More than this
All reason goes
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Slipped
I slipped through the cover of your milky way
The bubble just burst and shed light on this day
The spell long since broken now words you have spoken haunt and inspire and outline the change
Perfectly calm, my hands shaking
Fluorescent lights I see white and I’m taking
One more step into your world
And there’s nothing left to confess this time
When you’re out of line
You know they’ll keep your secret just fine
So you’ll kiss each other on New Year’s Eve
In the bathroom of a
Kings Cross Pub, while her girlfriend is over there
Dancing at the bar
Letting down her hair
As they play sing star
You’ll confess to me with a hint of remorse
But you won’t do it again, no.
Only on birthdays or anniversaries
When you’re drunk or high on crushed up pills
Only when you feel like it
Only if they never know and they
Never can tell
Coz you keep a secret so well
No, you won’t.
Only, when you’re drunk and you’re feeling strange
When you’re high and her face has changed
Tell her where your hands have been
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Made Your Bed
There aint nothing you could do
Nothing you can say
You made your bed now lay
All I wanna do
All I wanna do is
Take you home
Wrap you up
Make you warm and fix you up some
Sometimes
I can’t fix you
Can’t heal your pain
Now, now is the time and
Now, I wanna run away and hide
Now, I’ve got to break through
to the other side
And all the writing on the wall says
Go left, go right
Go up, go down, go anywhere you want tonight
Anywhere you want
Tonight
All I wanna do is
Close the door
Leave you there
Walk away and never care again
And you make it so easy
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