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Look Below The Window
03:50
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Trees stand straight as knives,
Cut the air, divide the sky
A beam strays in the half light,
Slips off a bow and out of sight
The whole world went for a swim
As I wished in the stairwell
A shadow grows in the harbour
The moon glides in on a mirror
Look below the window I am there
You're inside watching the stairs
An apparition leans in the doorway
Parted lips, white dress
The wind breathes her every breath
Until there are no words left
Look below the window I am there
You're inside watching the stairs
Look below the window I am there
You're inside watching the stairs
Go to sleep, dream of waves
They carry you far away
To a sailor's resting place
Look below the window I am there
You're inside watching the stairs
Look below the window i am there
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2. |
Bottom Of The Sea
05:04
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I am sitting at the bottom of the dark, black sea
Nothing can touch nor harm me
No gold, sun, fish or whale to see
Nothing can touch nor harm me,
Nothing
I held my breath but now I can breathe
In the seaweed I've found a seat
The world above is far from reach
Nothing can touch nor harm me
Nothing, nothing
And I've found peace and the way it was meant to be
And I need peace and the way that it should be
In the evening the waves sink my feet
And the sky opens up its exit
And crossing my arms I've left the beach
Nothing can touch nor harm me
Nothing
And I've found peace and the way it was meant to be
And I need peace and the way that it should be
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Salt spray cleanses my day
I have no words left to say
Hopes and fears boarded a train
Going around a bend
On my way home
Turned leaves leapt from my heels
A crow sat on a bench
And pecked at the paint
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
A girl with a fringe sparkled in the night
I said the moon had a nose and she smiled
The traffic lights switched colours
And a bus lurched up the hill
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
I'm sorry i wasn't there
When i stare into my eyes
I feel a dull ache inside:
My shattered light
While lying on the floor
I breathed a breath so deep
And prayed my soul
Would ride on the inhale
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
I watched a dog fetch a ball
And his owner waved hello
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Bobsled
05:21
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Look both ways before I cross the tracks
Look both ways and don't look back
Shake my head under the strain
Of an awaited train
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
If I can't ride what I've kept inside
It'll be a lie
I've got a bobsled in my brain
Dodging every wrong turn that I could make
I've got a slingshot in my eye
That plucks the crows from the sky
I've watched the moon rise across from me
And dip it's embers into the sea
I tell myself to believe
I can reach it if I try
I've got a bobsled in my brain
Dodging every wrong turn that I could make
I've got a slingshot in my eye
That plucks the crows from the sky
When i met you, you were skimming stones
Every ripple reached my toes
At the last one I turned to go
I've got a bobsled in my brain
Dodging every wrong turn that I could make
I've got a slingshot in my eye
That plucks the crows from the sky
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Dear Flame
03:53
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Still as a flock of birds, quietly descending
Dumb choir sings a third, half mock, half pretending
I've finally met the sky, in its socket turning
Two towers last laughing, it filled the silence in my eyes
Dear flame, dear flame find me once again
Dear flame, dear flame, hold me once again
I think I like you, our smiles crease the same
Maybe I'll love you, but I don't know how to play this game
To be free, of doubt and heart-ache
To be free, of a mistake
Dear flame, dear flame find me once again
Dear flame, dear flame, hold me once again
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6. |
Shame
04:28
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So you came down with a case of desire
Wrapped it up, a bow on your back for luck
Don't sit me down to drink your cup of shame
Pack your things, don't read my thoughts no more
Get out the door, drag someone else around
Don't get me down when I'm on the town,
Keep your own shame
With the sky around my shoulders, I've got all the weight that I need
I wish all of my friends and enemies well
Cos i feel sheltered tight here
I feel sheltered right here
Shame...
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Bikes To The Lake
03:25
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All that I've got
You can fit in a shoebox
There's only words I've haven't said
That don't fit in they are just to big
And I breathe a little deeper with every breath
Come little darling,
Won't you come here to stay
We'll get out of the city
Ride our bikes to the lake
I'll follow you close enough to catch your scent
Little darling would you kick off your shoes,
Kneel down in the evening dew,
Slip in, both feet first,
And swim
All that I've got
You can fit in a shoebox
There's only words I couldn't say
That don't fit in, it will stay that way
And I dream a little deeper with every eve
Come little darling,
Won't you come here to stay
We'll get out of the city
Ride our bikes to the lake
I'll follow you close enough to catch your scent
Little darling would you kick off your shoes,
Kneel down in the evening dew,
Slip in, both feet first,
And swim.
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An amber lamp hung by a gold cord
Lights the halls of the morgue
All my friends have stepped outside
To leave their shadows behind
Now they flicker in morse
I’ll meet you in a dream
And scheme when no-one is following
High ceilings and wooden floorboards
House the roosting foreheads
That keep flying into the glass
Clouds rise to their highest point before they turn black
And trees bow supine and spill into the cracks
I have no words to constrain a feeling
It passed through the walls without a sound
Caught a ride on a wild horse
On its way to a merry-go-round
And on it’s head a silver horn
The one painting in the corner at the back
Small like a needle in a swirling stack
A warm wash of colour that i must have
But it couldn’t be for sale
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Miles Sievwright Cape Town, South Africa
Miles Sievwright is a singer-songwriter based in Cape Town South Africa
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