Gravity

So tired.

~

something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long
no matter what I say or do
I'll still feel you here, 'til the moment I'm gone

you hold me without touch
you keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
than to drown in your love and not feel your reign

set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
here I am, and I stand
so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
but you're onto me and all over me

you loved me 'cause I'm fragile
when I thought that I was strong
but you touch me for a little while
and all my fragile strength is gone

set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
here I am, and I stand
so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
but you're onto me and all over me

I live here on my knees as I
try to make you see that you're
everything I think I need here on the ground
but you're neither friend nor foe, though I
can't seem to let you go
the one thing I still know is that you're keeping me down
you're keeping me down, yeah
you're onto me, onto me, all over me

something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long

Under Månen

En høstsang som passer høstmelankolien og været og frostrøyken som har begynt å dukke opp i morgentimene. Lys fra billykter sent på kvelden når man vandrer for seg selv og ser på stjernene, på vei hjem, eller bare på vei. Teksten sier vel egentlig alt... Jeg vet ikke helt om jeg har noe mer å tilføye.

~

eg har alltid gått litt på sida
av den veien som folk flest går
har låge på ryggen rett under månen
og tenkt på ting eg ikkje forstår

og har hatt nogen øyeblikk kun for meg sjølv
kor verden har stått heilt i ro
kor eg har bevegd meg, ingen har sett meg
tenk om me kunne vært to?

og er du der ute
under den samme, kalde, kvite månen nå?
ligger du og lurer, sånn som eg gjør
ikkje for du vil, men for du må?

eg har alltid vært på vei heim
og eg har leita under kver ein stein
har vært sånn i tvil om kor eg ska gå
hadde vært enklere om veien var bein

men tenk om det var du
som stod bak neste sving og blinker meg inn
og spør om eg vil bli din, ja
nei, det vil eg aldri, la meg gå forbi
bare du vett kem eg skal bli

og er du der ute
under den samme, kalde, kvite månen nå?
ligger du og lurer, sånn som eg gjør
ikkje for du vil, men for du må?

Take it with me

I remember the first time I heard this song. It was in the second grade, highschool. Our classroom was on the first floor. It was the weird, small one where no one ever managed to feel completely at home. There was hardly any space at all. Outside of our classroom were some steps that led to nothing except a sort of "window" in the wall out to the hallway. Then there were the lockers and the rooms where the teachers resided.

I was having a hard time. I usually am, but these hard times were, as they tend to be, different than the current ones. I don't remember what I was crying about or to whom, but I think I'd been out in the hallway by the door that didn't open up - and yes, I was crying. I felt horrible. That I remember. I felt like really weeping, sobbing. A good, heartfelt shedding of tears. I didn't manage to let it all out then, because I was at school. But I remember walking back into the classroom. Håkon was there. I think I said to him that I felt really, really shitty, when he asked if I was OK. He looked thoughtful and then he gave me his ipod and asked me if I wanted to listen to something. I said yes. And it was this song here. And it calmed me right down. Didn't make me less upset or anything, but it calmed the storm and made my heart be a little bit more still. I listened to it several times. He said, I think, that he showed it to me because he thought it might help. I'm really thankful for that. It's one of my favourite Tom Waits songs. It's so beautiful. He's so good at writing songs about reflecting on yourself and your life, songs about looking back and considering, songs about looking forward and being OK with the future. Knowing where you're from and where you're going - or accepting that you don't know where you're going or how you're gonna get there.

This particular song makes me think of accepting death, which is something I have never been able to do, nor do I think I ever will. Life is so precious and the thought of it being taken away from me... I just can't seem to accept that. It will happen, but I'm not OK with it. Listening to people who are able to deal with that, though, with death and with leaving this world... It fills me up with something. I don't quite know what. But it does. And "Take it with me" embraces so many of the things that are beautiful to me and describes love in a tender, wise, simple way that I'd never heard before. It makes me smile. Not a smile filled with joy, but a quiet, solemn one, the one where you're considering something or you know something that no one but you knows, something important... It makes me think of all the things that I'm taking with me when I go. And how beautiful the world can be, even if it is full of heartbreak and we don't understand any of it.

~

phone's off the hook
no one knows where we are
it's a long time since I drank champagne
the ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

old long since gone
now way back when
we lived in Coney Island
ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

far, far away
a train whistle blows
wherever you're going
wherever you've been
waving goodbye
at the end of the day
you're up and you're over
and you're far away

always for you
and forever yours
it felt just like the old days
I fell asleep on Beula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

all broken down
by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I've worn the faces of all the cards
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

children are playing
at the end of the day
strangers are singing
on our lawn
there's got to be more
than flesh and bone
all that you've loved
is all you own

in a land there's a town
and in that town there's a house
and in that house there's a woman
and in that woman there's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

A hat full of sky

Some excerpts and quotes from "A hat full of sky", the second book in the Discworld mini-series about Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegles. I love these books to death. Sweet, incredibly funny, genuine, warm, wise, earthly, present, beautiful. Beware, there are lots of... Well, not spoilers, really, but the excerpts are big and long and if you like the first three or so, I'd advise you to get up, go out and buy the first book, which is called "The Wee Free Men". Written by Terry Pratchett.

PS: To you weirdos who don't yet know what a Nac Mac Feegle is, well, this is for you.

~

"They granted wishes - not the magical fairytale three wishes, the ones that always go wrong in the end, but ordinary, everyday ones. (...) 'I wish this rain would clear up' was probably OK, because the Feegles couldn't do actual magic, but she had learned to be careful not to wish for anything that might be achievable by some small, determined, strong, fearless and fast men who were also not above giving someone a good kicking if they felt like it. Wishes needed thought. She was never likely to say, out loud, 'I wish that I could marry a handsome prince,' but knowing that if you did you'd probably open the door to find a stunned prince, a tied-up priest and a Nac Mac Feegle grinning cheerfully and ready to act as Best Man definitely made you watch what you said."

~

" 'You're the Big Man, Rob Anybody, so it's fittin' ye should be the first tae do the writin',' said Jeannie. I canna hae a husband who canna even write his ain name. I showed you the letters, did I not?'

'Aye, wumman, the nasty, loopy, bendy things!' growled Rob. 'I dinnae trust that Q, that's a letter that has it in for a man. That's a letter with a sting, that one!' "

~

"She waved the cup under Rob's nose. He sighed, and looked away. Jeannie stood up quickly. 'Wullie! Big Yan! Come quick!' she yelled. 'He willnaie tak' a drink! I think he's deid!'

'Ach, this is no' the time for strong licker,' said Rob Anybody. 'My heart is heavy, wumman.'

'Quickly now!' Jeannie shouted down the hole... 'He's deid and still talkin'!'

'She's the hag o' these hills,' said rob, ignoring her. 'Just like her granny. She tells the hills what they are, every day. She has them in her bones. She holds 'em in her heart. Wi'out her, I dinnae like tae think o' the future.' "

~

"Sheep's wool, Jolly Sailor tobacco and turpentine... had been the smells of the shepherding hut, and the smell of Granny Aching. Such things have a hold on people that goes right to the heart. Tiffany only had to smell them now to be back there, in the warmth and silence and safety of the hut. It was the place she had gone to when she was upset, and the place she had gone to when she was happy. And Granny Aching would always smile and make tea and say nothing. And nothing bad could happen in the shepherding hut. It was a fort against the world. Even now, after Granny had gone, Tiffany still liked to go up there.

Tiffany stood there, while the wind blew over the turf and sheep bells clonked in the distance. (...) A blue butterfly, blown off course by a gust, settled on Tiffany's shoulder, opened and shut its wings once or twice, then fluttered away. Granny Aching had never been at home with words. She collected silence like other people collected string. But she had a way of saying nothing that said it all. Tiffany stayed for a while, until her tears had dried, and then went off back down the hill, leaving the everlasting wind to curl around the wheels and whistle down the chimney of the pot-bellied stove.

Life went on."

~

" 'It's very sad, him being all alone like that. Something should be done for him,' said Tiffany.

'Yes. We're doing it for him,' said Miss Level. 'And Mrs Tussy keeps a friendly eye on him.'

'Yes, but it shouldn't have to be us, should it?'

'Who should it have to be?' said Miss Level.

'Well, what about this son he's always talking about?' said Tiffany.

'Young Toby? He's been dead for fifteen years. And Mary was the old man's daughter, she died quite young. Mr Weavall is very short-sighted, but he sees better in the past.'

Tiffany didn't know what to reply except: 'It shouldn't be like this.'

'There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.'

'Well, couldn't you help him by magic?'

'I see to it that he's in no pain, yes,' said Miss Level.

'But that's just herbs.'

'It's still magic. Knowing things is magical, if other people don't know them.'"

~

" 'Really, you might make an effort. Honestly, I don't know what's the matter with all of you!'

I do, Tiffany thought. You're like a dog worrying sheep all the time. You don't give them time to obey you and you don't let them know when they've done things right. You just keep barking."

~

" 'Do you have a plan?'

'Oh, aye!' Rob Anybody rummaged around in his spog, which is a leather bag most Feegles have hanging from their belt. The contents are usually a mystery, but sometimes include interesting teeth. He flourished a much-folded piece of paper. Miss Level carefully unfolded it.

' "PLN"?' she said.

'Aye,' said Rob proudly. 'We came prepared! Look, it's written doon. Pee El Ner. Plan.' "

~

" 'Rain don't fall on a witch if she doesn't want it to, although personally I prefer to get wet and be thankful.'

'Thankful for what?' said Tiffany.

'That I'll get dry later.' "

~

"It was one of those strange days in late February when it's a little warmer than it should be and, although there's wind, it seems to be all round the horizons and never quite where you are."

~

"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. The words ran through Tiffany's mind as she watched the sheep, and she found herself fill up with joy - at the new lambs, at life, at everything. Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeling inside that can hardly be contained. It came out as laughter."

Glittering Cloud

This applies to the part of me that isn't me. The one that I hate. The one that makes me exhausted and scared and bitter and hurtful. I don't understand that part of me. And when I write it like this, I know it doesn't make sense to anyone else but me, but... But... I'm not saying that I, me, the part of me that thinks and breathes and feels can't be scared or bitter or hurtful. But there's something else there. Something that always keeps its hand pressed to my heart, but it's not a comfort because it's crushing it and I can't breathe when it's there and it makes me into something or someone crazy and it keeps me from letting go of anything at all. Nothing goes away. Everything always stays. Always. A desperate thought, feeling - "it's not my fault!" screaming from within all my cells. And I'm so tired.

~

I'm not always like this
it's something I become
a terrible weakness
in my nature, in my blood
save me, oh, save me
save me from myself
before I hurt someone else again

domino motion
jump starts when we touch
the blackout approaching
here it comes now, wish me luck
it's all over, it's all over
it's all over in a flash
I can't remember, what have I done now?

go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud

oh, my head hurts
oh dear, oh dear

it's all over the papers
on the tv, wagging tongues
the artist's impression
looks just like me, only better
don't blame me, don't maim me
I can't help what I am
oh, lord knows I've tried to

go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud
go, go, faster, wider
more, more, get it down, yeah
dance, dance, take me over
glittering cloud

The point of it all

There's so much emotion in her voice... Mmm... My favourite part is, "patterns layed out on the bed/with dozens of colours of thread/but you've got the needle/I guess that's the point of it all"

~

oh, what a noble, distinguished collection
of fine little friends you have made
hitting the tables without you again
"no, we'll wait, no, we promise we'll wait,"
and June makes these exellent sowing machines
out of common industrial waste
she spends a few months at a time on the couch
but she's safe, she wears shades, she wears shades

oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
and you're aces for coming along, you're almost human after all
and you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends doesn't mean they'll call
they made the comment in jest
but you've got the needle
I guess that's the point of it all

maybe a week in the tropics would help
to remind you how good life can be
we propped you right up in a chair on the deck
with a beautiful view of the sea
but a couple weeks later we came back
and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen
you had magically moved to the closet
eyes fixed on the place where the drier had been

oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
and you're aces for coming along, you're almost human after all
why on earth would I keep you cropped up in here when you so love the fall?
patterns layed out on the bed
with dozens of colours of thread
but you've got the needle
I guess that's the point in the end

but it's better to waste your day watching
the scenerey change at a comatose rate
than to put yourself in it and turn into one
of those cigarette ads that you hate
but while you were sleeping, some men came around,
said they had some dementions to take
I'm not sure what they were talking about
but they sure made a mess of your face

but still, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
and you're aces for coming along, you're almost human, even now
and just cause they call themselves experts, it doesn't mean sweet fuck all
and they've got the permanent press
and homes with a stable adress
and they've got excitement and life by the fistful
but you've got the needle
I guess that's the point of it all

Dikt#5

ennå har jeg ikke
strøket over ditt kne
ennå har jeg ikke
holdt om din ankel

ennå har jeg ikke
sovet på din arm
ennå har jeg ikke
knappet opp din skjorte

ennå har jeg ikke
kysset dine øyne

hvordan kan jeg vite
det jeg vet?

- Magli Elster

Another year

Tender. Fragile. Sorrowful.

Long glances filled with longing and thoughts and things you want to say but can't, because you're scared or whoever you're looking at won't understand or care or respond.

~

I tried to fall in it again
my friends took bets and disappeared
they mime their sighing violins
I think I'll wait another year

I want my chest pressed to your chest
my nervous systems interfere
ten or eleven months have passed
I think I'll wait another year

this weather turns my tricks to rust
I am a lousy engineer
the winter makes things hard enough
I think I'll wait another year

plus, I'm only twenty-six years old
my grandma died at eighty-three
that's lots of time if I don't smoke
I think I'll wait another year

I'm not as callous as you think
I barely breathe when you are near
it's not as bad when I don't drink
I think I'll wait another year

I have my new Bill Hicks cd
I have my friends and my career
I'm getting smaller by degrees
you said you'd help me disappear

but that could take forever
I think I'll wait another year
it'll be the best year ever
I think I'll wait another year
can't we just wait together?
you bring the smokes, I'll bring the beer
I think I'll wait another year

Coin operated boy

The Dresden Dolls - Coin Operated Boy
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I think I really, truly, desperately, hugely, sincerely want love.

~

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf
he is just a toy
but I turn him on
and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why I want
a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long lasting
who could ever, ever ask for more?
love without complications galore

many shapes and weights to chose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend

coin operated boy
all the other real
ones that I destroy
cannot hold a candle
to my new boy, and I'll
never let him go
and I'll never be alone
and I'll never let him go
and I'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy

this bridge was written
to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture
of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me
from my plastic fantasy?
I didn't think so
but I'm still convinceable
will you persist even
after I bet you a
billion dollars that
I'll never love you?
and will you persist even
after I kiss you
goodbye for the last time?
will you keep on trying
to prove it? I'm dying
to lose it, I'm losing
my confidence

I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want a
I want a
I want a
I want a
coin operated boy

and if I had a star to wish on
for my life, I can't imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real
experienced with girls
but I know he feels
like a boy should feel
isn't that the point?
that is why I want a

coin operated boy
with a pretty coin
operated voice
saying that he loves me
that he's thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why I want
a coin operated boy

The Calculation

Ah, Regina can be so groovy. This song fills today! And it's sunny and the sky is blue and dad said that I looked really elegant when he saw me from afar earlier on. I'm not happy, not at all, I'm heartbroken. But it's pretty out. And I saw a puppy on the subway today.

~

you went into the kitchen cupboard
got yourself another hour
and you gave half of it to me
we sat there, looking at the faces
of these strangers in the pages
'til we knew 'em mathematically

Publiser innlegg

they were in our minds
until forever
but we didn't mind
we didn't know better

so we made our own computer
out of macaroni pieces
and it did our thinking while we lived our lives
it counted up our feelings
and divided them up even
and it called that calculation "perfect love"

didn't even know
that love was bigger
didn't even know
that love was so, so, hey, hey, hey

hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up
hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up

so we made the hard decision
and we each made an incision
past our muscles and our bones
saw our hearts were little stones
pulled them out - they weren't beating
and we weren't even bleeding
as we lay them on the granite counter top

we beat 'em up
against each other
we beat 'em up
against each other
we struck 'em hard
against each other
we struck 'em so hard, so hard, 'til they sparked

hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up
hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up
hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up
hey, this fire, it's burning, burning us up

New Romantic

I changed a little part of the lyrics. The part where she sings "Maybe I should give up, give in" - well, the first time I heard it, I thought she sang "Maybe I should give up giving" - and I like that so much better and it just hit me straight in the chest, so... That's the way it'll be.

Pretty.

~

I know I said I loved you but I'm thinking I was wrong
I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty young
and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs

that guy that I could never get whose girlfriend was pretty fit
and I made you leave her for me and now I feel pretty mean
but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know

maybe I should give up giving
give up trying to be thin
give up and turn into my mother
god knows I love her

and I'm sorry to whichever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady, lonesome gait and be aware
I would never love a man, 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can't do it again

so we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
but I couldn't get into his head just what was going through my mind
and I think he knew where I was going, he put Bryan Adams on
I think he thinks it makes me weak, it only ever makes me strong

I've got this friend who sounds just like him
and he's the man I'd leave you for
the man that I just adore, like you

the same man, he turns to me, said "I've got to tell you how I feel
if god could make the perfect girl for me, it would be you
and my god told me not to tell about how much do you love your fella?"
I don't know, more every day
not in this new romantic way

I'll always be your first love
you'll always be my first love

but I'm sorry to whichever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady, lonesome gait and be aware
I will never love a man, 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can't do it again
I will never love a man, 'cause I could never hurt a man
not in this new romantic way

Goodnight moon

Oh, how I love this. And it's been ages since I heard it. I'd forgotten how wonderful it is, how dark and tender and lovely.

~

there's a nail in the door and there's glass on the lawn
tacks on the floor and the TV is on
and I always sleep with my guns when you're gone
there's a blade by the bed and a phone in my hand
a dog on the floor and some cash on the nightstand
when I'm all alone, the dreaming stops and I just can't stand

what should I do? I'm just a little baby
what if the lights go out, and maybe
and then the wind just starts to moan outside the door
he followed me home now, goodnight, moon
I want the sun, if it's not here soon, I might be done
no, it won't be too soon 'til I say "goodnight, moon,"

there's a shark in the pool and a witch in the tree
a crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me
and there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
something's under the bed - now it's out in the hedge
there's a big, black crow sitting on my window ledge
and I hear something scratching through the wall

what should I do? I'm just a little baby
what if the lights go out, and maybe
and then the wind just starts to moan outside the door
he followed me home now, goodnight, moon
I want the sun, if it's not here soon, I might be done
no, it won't be too soon 'til I say "goodnight, moon,"

well, you're up so high, how can you save me
when the dark comes here tonight to take me
up mouth from woke and into bed
where it kisses my face and eats my hand?

what should I do? I'm just a little baby
what if the lights go out, and maybe
and then the wind just starts to moan outside the door
he followed me home now, goodnight, moon
I want the sun, if it's not here soon, I might be done
no, it won't be too soon 'til I say "goodnight, moon,"

In my secret life

The streets are growing colder and I'm still walking them alone. That's not a stupid metaphor, it's the truth. I like to walk, but it gets lonely when you can't take anyone or anything with you besides yourself and your thoughts. I'm the most open person I know, but I keep so many secrets, I hide so much away. It's not that I can't share it with anyone, but I'm never able to express it so that it doesn't stay a secret. So I'm full of them. Little bits and pieces, and big ones, too, hiding away inside of me. And they come out and nag me whenever I'm outdoors, especially with the air as it is now, with a touch of frost and chilled winds and smells - smells that always manage to trigger painful memories. So many of my thoughts are mine and mine alone, and... I guess I feel like there's a big part of me that only I know of. That changed, for a while, a few years back, but then I lost the person who made me feel like I wasn't just inside of myself... And... Here I am again. Never able to break out completely. Never completely there. Always with one foot firmly, or sometimes lightly, on the ground, or the wall, or a cloud or something, inside of my secret self. My secret life.

And my god, how I miss the feeling of leaving that place, if only for a moment. It's not a bad place, but it gets so lonely...

~

I saw you this morning
you were moving so fast
can't seem to loosen my grip
on the past
and I miss you so much
there's no one in sight
and we're still making love
in my secret life

I smile when I'm angry
I cheat and I lie
I do what I have to do
to get by
but I know what is wrong
and I know what is right
and I'd die for the truth
in my secret life

hold on, hold on, my brother
my sister, hold on tight
I've finally got my orders
I'll be marching through the morning
marching through the night
moving 'cross the borders
of my secret life

I look through the paper
makes you wanna cry
nobody cares if the people
live or die
and the dealer wants you thinking
that it's either black or white
thank god it's not that simple
in my secret life

I bite my lip
I buy what I'm told
from the latest hit
to the wisdom of old
but I'm always alone
and my heart is like ice
and it's crowded and cold
in my secret life

Downtown Train

~

outside, another yellow moon
punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down to the street
I'm shining like a new dime

the downtown trains are full
of all those Brooklyn girls
they try so hard to break out of their little worlds

oh, you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
they have nothing that will ever capture your heart
they're just thorns without the rose
be careful of them in the dark

oh, if I was the one
you chose to be your only one, only one
can't you hear me now? can't you hear me now?

will I see you tonight
on a downtown train?
every night is just the same
you leave me lonely, now

I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the fourway

you watch them as they fall
oh, baby, they all have heart attacks
they stay at the carnival, but they'll never win you back

will I see you tonight
on a downtown train?
every night, every night is just the same
oh, baby, will I see you tonight
on a downtown train?
all of my dreams, they fall like rain
oh, baby, on the downtown train

will I see you tonight
on a downtown train?
every night, every night is just the same
oh, baby, will I see you tonight
on a downtown train?
all of my dreams just fall like rain
oh, on the downtown train
oh, on the downtown train
oh, on the downtown train
oh, on the downtown train

The Scientist

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come up to meet you
tell you I'm sorry
you don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
tell you I need you
tell you I set you apart

tell me your secrets
and ask me your questions
oh, let's go back to the start

running in circles
coming up tails
heads on the science apart

nobody said it was easy
oh, it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing
at numbers and figures
pulling your puzzles apart

questions of science
science and progress
could not speak as loud as my heart

tell me you love me
come back and haunt me
oh, and I rush to the start

running in circles
chasing our tails
coming back as we are

nobody said it was easy
oh, it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

Tear in your hand

all the world just stops now
so you say you don't wanna stay together anymore
let me take a deep breath, babe
if you need me, me and Neil'll be
hanging out with the Dream King
Neil said hi by the way
I don't believe you're leaving
cause me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream
and I think it's that girl
and I think there're pieces of me you've never seen
maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen, well

all the world is
all I am
the black of the blackest ocean
and that tear in your hand
all the world is
dangling, dangling, dangling for me, darling
you don't know the power that you have
with that tear in your hand
tear in your hand

maybe
I ain't used to
maybes
smashing in a cold room
cutting my hands up
every time I touch you
maybe

maybe it's time to wave goodbye, now
time to wave goodbye, now

caught a ride with the moon
I know I know you well
well, better than I used to
haze all clouded up my mind
in the daze of the why it could've never been
so you say, and I say "you know, you're full of wish
and your baby baby baby babys"
I tell you there're pieces of me you've never seen
maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen, well

all the world is
all I am
the black of the blackest ocean
and that tear in your hand
all the world is
dangling, dangling, dangling for me, darling
you don't know the power that you have
with that tear in your hand
tear in your hand
with that tear in your hand