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Petrol Blue
03:08
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Leave me on the street, please don't take me home.
I don't do well when I'm alone.
Every little thing that they said was true.
You can't help me without hurting you.
Walking away shouldn't be a sin.
It should be as easy as shedding skin.
The sky turned a beautiful petrol blue.
You can't help me without hurting you.
I don't want to be beside you when you start to crack.
In the daylight I lose my mind and it starts again.
I had these visions when I was young,
About how the best was yet to come.
I was painting a picture no-one could see.
These days it doesn't relate to me.
So I folded my words back into my mouth,
hoping my teeth wouldn't let them out.
This weight wasn't made to be held by two.
You can't help me without hurting you.
I don't want to be beside you when you start to crack.
In the daylight I lose my mind and it starts again.
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Very Okay
03:57
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"And the snow is falling,
through the universe,
on the heads of the living and the dead"
We're all frozen through.
So when you get lonely,
Just call out to me
If the sights cool you down at night,
You'll have my company.
There's no sun that shines on everyone,
There's no angel above that I love.
In the quiet moments,
We pick each other up
And then I said, I'm glad I knew you when I was so lonesome.
There's no sun that shines on everyone,
There's no angel above that I love.
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Walk Off
03:08
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You greeted me like a stranger, your lips felt so unfamiliar to me.
As we began talking the whole situation became easy to see.
Because I'd rather give up than let you go.
Because I don't want anyone to know.
I'd rather be called a walk off.
I'll take my ball I'm going home.
I'd rather be called a walk off, because I don't want anyone to know.
I couldn't believe all the words that came pouring out of my mouth.
But your face is a work of fiction that I can never quite figure out.
You stared right through me and shook your head as I abandoned play.
It's a bitter pill to swallow when you had planned for things to go the other way.
Because I'd rather give up than let you go.
Because I don't want anyone to know.
I'd rather be called a walk off.
And then you smiled. You said "I don't have the time to play these games with kids"
As you got up to leave you whispered to me "The score is still the same"
Because I'd rather give up than let you go.
Because I don't want anyone to know.
I'd rather be called a walk off.
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Stu Daly Dublin, Ireland
Meandering folk songs. May or may not mention my hatred of public transport.
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