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What A Terrifying Phrase
01:58
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I tread straight onto eggshells.
That is one of my traits, one of my flaws.
My friends despair and say I'd
Try my luck with any open door.
But I can't articulate
What you have done to me, what I've become.
I'm overjoyed I've found you,
But terrified you'll take my words and run.
And I don't have the time and I don't have the money,
And I don't have the time and I don't have the money
To waste my life in silence.
No, no, sir, not me.
You got me into this mess - now you can set me free.
My heart is firmly hooked on yours. I hope that's where is stays.
Do you love me? 'Cause I love you.
What a terrifying phrase!
Do you love me? 'Cause I love you.
What a terrifying phrase!
The way you hold my gaze,
I've never felt so good or so alive.
You've gutted out my nasty bits
And polished up my old insides.
Scared I may be now,
Scared I'll be again - at least it's real.
And being full of warmer stuff
Is worth the pain that we could feel.
And I don't have the time and I don't have the money,
And I don't have the time and I don't have the money
To waste my life in silence.
No, no, sir, not me.
You got me into this mess - now you can set me free.
My heart is firmly hooked on yours. I hope that's where is stays.
Do you love me? 'Cause I love you.
What a terrifying phrase!
Do you love me? 'Cause I love you.
What a terrifying phrase!
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2. |
Admirable Force
01:56
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I am not an afterthought.
My heart hurts too much.
You told me that you loved me once and I still think it's true.
We are on a roundabout
And neither one is getting off.
I'll pay for another ride 'cause I know I love you, I do. I do.
But I don't need your "um"s and your "ah"s,
And I deserve more than your "balanced decision".
Since when has romance been governed by statistics?
I hate being stuck in his cave.
Here I am again! Perhaps I have a thing for darkness.
I was never complicated 'til I crossed that tiny ocean.
And you were fairly patient, and I was rarely stable.
I want to be that girl again. I'm looking for a way out.
Your silence is gripping. Oh, please continue.
Our car was heading off the cliff and then you pressed pause.
My heart is on my sleeve. It's been here for a while and yet you're taking off my jumper with admirable force. You are, and I don't want to stop you.
But is it fair to claw me and grab me, then throw me away with your cold Pret A Manger?
And how does it feel? Well, pretty embarrassing, so love me or leave me - go on!
Here I am again! Perhaps I have a thing for darkness.
I was never complicated 'til I crossed that tiny ocean.
And you were fairly patient, and I was rarely stable.
I want to be that girl again. I'm looking for a way out.
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3. |
Locked
03:25
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Locked in these bones.
You said I'd never find the key.
And your words can't be destroyed
Once you've fired them into me.
Sit me down outside the house that we both loved,
Where we belonged throughout this year of disaster.
And I, I will be holding my breath, saying my prayers
For you.
But don't disappear. You stopped me from screaming,
But couldn't forgive my short-span attention.
And that is because you never loved me back.
You never loved me back. You never loved me...
...back. In your room.
You swore I came along too soon.
So pack and head back north
and leave me licking my wounds.
Lay me down, and hold me like you always did.
Like when you loved me, when I was pure and deserving.
And I, I will be watching my words, minding my tongue
For you.
But no-one knows about the lies that I was told,
Why I believed that we were diamond and growing.
And I, I will be loath to admit, maddened to say,
I still care.
But don't disappear. You stopped me from screaming,
But couldn't forgive my short-span attention.
And that is because you never loved me back.
You never loved me back. You never loved me back.
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4. |
I Might Not Though
02:45
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I was sitting outside, drinking a gin,
Taking in air.
She was expressing her thoughts on
The injustice of death.
I was wondering if I could go home
Via your arms.
And how we might be more honest
Than we'd ever been.
And we were.
Ain't life the funniest thing?
And we were.
That's where this story begins.
'Cause up until then I'd been well,
I'd been finding a way of denying your existence.
Up until then I'd be well,
I'd been forging a path of honesty and forgiveness.
You burnt it down and I gave you the matches
and I would do it again.
You tore it up and I handed you the bin.
Tell me I was wrong!
You can't cause you know that it's true:
I might be in love with you.
I've a precarious mind that you'd like to read
But you've lost your page.
And arrogant joking aside,
I put your ignorance down to your age.
And truth be told,
I lose my mind if I know that you're near.
And hand on heart,
This is more than I've felt for a year.
Are you happy now?
Haven't we been through enough?
Are you happy now?
You've ruined the both of us.
'Cause up until then I'd been well,
I'd been finding a way of denying your existence.
Up until then I'd be well,
I'd been forging a path of honesty and forgiveness.
You burnt it down and I gave you the matches
and I would do it again.
You tore it up and I handed you the bin.
Tell me I was wrong!
You can't cause you know that it's true:
I might be in love with you.
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5. |
Lisbon
02:38
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You live in the country,
He lives in the city,
But the stars shine brighter where he is.
You pollute the air
With your attempts at being alternative.
I hate your nicotine fingers.
Your trousers are too short for your legs.
And I was glad to see you walk away.
I was joyful that I had said goodbye.
You're thinking maybe this'll just last the week.
I'm thinking probably the rest of my life.
Something important,
Something abnormal,
Something very necessary
Has shifted from the scene.
Somebody told me,
Somebody saw me,
Somebody warned me
That you weren't right for me.
And I fell in love with him again
In the town of the seven hills.
He will take me there,
You never will.
You would be a stoic,
He would be a poet,
But the Golden Age has passed you by.
You travel on a bus because
High pressure frightens you.
Yours ears would pop, your knees would lock,
You'd take me to the wrong hotel.
And you would drink the mini-bar dry,
And tell me stories of lovers past.
Well you can take them to bed with you tonight.
They were right to say it wouldn't last!
Something important,
Something abnormal,
Something very necessary
Has shifted from the scene.
Somebody told me,
Somebody saw me,
Somebody warned me
That you weren't right for me.
And I fell in love with him again
In the town of the seven hills.
He will take me there,
You never will.
This town is an awkward town.
Everybody walks upside down
And they've got boarded-over windows.
And you can feel it when the wind blows.
You took away half of me.
Would you give me my sanity back?
No? I didn't think so. I didn't think so.
But I never called home.
And I fell in love with him again
In the town of the seven hills.
He will take me there,
You never will.
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6. |
All The Blood
04:27
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Somebody called my name out.
A siren song to a sailor of some sort.
Initially full of promise.
Why do we keep on walking the same walk?
You sought me out on a crowded line.
You invested too much hope and not enough time.
Maybe she was right from the off.
Maybe I am denying an inevitable end.
You should stop hanging me from a thread.
Because all the blood has gone to my head.
Something within you changed me.
Empty houses and strange dreams and cold feet.
Why don't you turn around while I reveal
My naked body and frozen purity?
You shouldn't talk about future plans
If you can't step up and be a man.
Maybe she was right from the off.
Maybe I am denying an inevitable end.
You should stop hanging me from a thread.
Because all the blood has gone to my head.
"The world's your oyster."
But I never liked seafood very much.
"These are your tools."
But I can't open the box.
"This is your page."
But I think I might have the fear.
Maybe we'll be fine. Maybe all we need is the other side.
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Anna Byrne UK
Anna Byrne is a singer-songwriter living and performing in London. Her songs are honest stories about love, friendship and failure.
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