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The way my heart beats
Try and do the things you want
But you never do them for me
Try and say the things you want
But you never say them to me
And Move on, to someone else
But it’s always the same problems
And I say
It’s the way my heart beats
Ever so softly
Move on, to someone else
But it’s always the same problems
In the end
And go on, to your next conquest
But they’ll go and make the same mistakes
the things you say and you do are what make me mad
the words you choose to use turn me round
then she walks away
some times I feel like
these words are so contrived
sometimes I feel like walking away
and baby I know I should
be the one to say those words
like times change, but I want you to stay
some times I feel like
there’s just no point to try
and stop these things from reaching an end
baby, times change
but I want you to stay
I go, then she walks away
Sometimes I feel like
The choice we made was right
But mainly all I feel is just regret
And baby I know I should
Of been the one to say those words
Like time changes
but I love you the same
I want you to stay
I go then she walks away
Times change but I want you to stay
Everything you do
Everything you do
Everything you say
Always ends up turning out the same
Sometimes I, I find I, I see things, another way entirely
Couldn’t you see?
Couldn’t you do?
Something more than they did for you
I know
How can one be equal and another just be cast aside
How can you be so certain what you believe is the truth
and that what I believe in is not right
To be raised with religion is to be brainwashed from the very start
But then an atheist preaching atheism
is just as bad as whole heartedly believing in god,
I know, oh no
It starts again
How can someone so intelligent believe something so ludicrous
Just because you were taught something when you were younger
doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the truth
You should learn to protest and learn to question everything your told
I think that if there’s a day of judgement then our leaders will be first against the wall
I know, oh no
It’s the moronic nature of humans in a group
i think, these are the dark ages and this is the truth
when they look back and they cast their eye they’ll say
these were the dark ages and they could of tried
It’s the moronic nature of humans in a group
i think these are the dark ages and this is the truth
when they look back and they cast their eye
they’ll say these were the dark ages and they could have done so much more if they’d tried
I think were past the point where we can hope for any kind of return
I think we’ve screwed ourselves and future generations over on only the flip of a coin
Your turning your cheek
Your averting your eyes
I don’t think that they’ll be future generations to see things with hindsight
The more I want the less I need
City by the sea
In a city by the sea
A girl with black hair has only eyes for me
Drinking and dancing in flat 6c
A city by the sea seemed pretty shit to me
When I was younger I had no fear of politics or pedestrian ideas
No I’m older I worry about being young and being so unsure
Nobody talks about the cracks at the seem
Nobody cares about each others feelings
And I’ve been thinking of giving up
But then I realise I haven’t tried hard enough
Do you remember?
Turn so bodies facing
Feel my lips against your skin
All I wants a little more time to feel your heartbeat next to mine
Time apart’s a terrible thing
my heart unravels like a ball of string
And when I’m with her
I get this gut feeling
But when we’re apart I forget everything
Do you remember?
Turn so bodies facing
Feel my lips against your skin
All I wants a little more time to feel your heartbeat next to mine
Wait I’m thinking about
All those tings we talked about
All I wants a little more time to feel your heartbeat next to mine
In a city by the sea
A girl with black hair has only eyes for me
Drinking and dancing in flat 6c
A city by the sea seemed pretty shit to me
Under control
The more I want the less I feel it
The more I get the less I need it
I’ve got this under control
feel lips on lips
to taste salty skin
And her muscles tense
As I tighten my grip
Where smooth meets rough
And soft meets hard
And she always wants more
of what I’ve got to supply
To lie side by side
With he legs between mine
To feel breath on my skin
To change lanes and then gears
Where two meets one
but threes twice as fun
And she always wants more
of when I’ve got to supply
To be always hungry
And never satisfied
To quench her thirst
from on top or behind
Where two meets onr
but one threes twice as fun
And she always wants more
of when I’ve got to supply
Do you remember
On a train from Brighton to Clapham
And I’ve been loosing my head
Interesting and understated
I’ve been thinking it’s better unsaid
The hope and glory
of something needlessly boring
On a train from Brighton to Clapham
This journey brings memories
Of cold wind and cycling
I think things were better back then
When we expected nothing
Did things for love and not money
Do you remember?
all the things that they said they would do
But which never came true
Talk
Talk to me
About the words that hurt so much
But make so much sense
This could be another case of me
Being in the right place but
At the wrong time
Let’s not fight
The same fight that seems to happen
Every time
This could be
another case of me fucking things up
from the very beginning
you can tell by her face and the look in her eyes
that she’ll never feel this way again
talk to me, about all of the things
that this could and should have been
1000mph
it moves 1000mph
sometimes I’m thinking it will never stop
our loving mother in a pink diamond
to go back to
the places we used to go to
with wind in my hair
and thoughts of childhood memories
to ride by the sea
from Sidmouth down to Compton beach
to go back to
the places we used to go to
with wind in my hair
and thoughts of childhood memories
to go back to
the places we used to go to
with wind in my hair
and thoughts of childhood memories
times change
ive seen the photos of when you were young
and you used to smile and hold hands
but that just doesn’t happen much these days
and the photos fade and the hair turns grey
and the cracks turn into cavities and now you only sleep in separate beds
go your own way
with your head in your hands
I thought you’d understand
Times change so have you
and the photos fade and the hair turns grey
and the cracks turn into cavities and now you only sleep in separate beds
go your own way
