Take your time
Bring your arrows
Tie a bow in her hair
Pretend that she don't care
And you know that it's all fine
And you know it's all the same
Bring yourself to
One more rear view
Hang a string from back there
Tie it to the bow in her hair
And I know what you're thinking
How can you let go
When the sight won't go
From your head to recycling
Is it a matter of will
Or a matter of time
No matter what you're bringing
A cyclical vice
A smell so nice
You wanna purge and think then
That you're done
Are you done
Oh my god have you seen what they've done this time
credits
from Off The Ground,
released November 15, 2011
Music & Lyrics by Tom Breed
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023