Lyrics

No time

You said “hey, it’s still early days!”, another shrug is all you’d pay

To give up living idle; tomorrow’s your always busy day

So, I left and found some joy on the curb in the form of a louder “Galaxie”

That gave some sunshine above and at least now I know what you mean

 

Hey is it true, that we don’t see what we do?

Hey is it true…

 

That were counting on the rain? But Ive heard that youre the same

Letting tears stain what you need to heal as you hear: “theres just no time for change”

…that theres “no time” for change

 

Some give us more of past crisp days, a dreamer’s dream to make us stay

And leave us there getting colder as your soul has said it’s missing home

But when you’re done feeling older there are ways how you could help me too

And feel the sunshine above, we’re all entwined, at least that’s what I’ve heard

 

Hey is it true, that we don’t see what we do?

Hey is it true…

 

That were counting on the rain? But Ive heard that youre the same

Letting tears stain what you need to heal as you hear “theres just no time for change”

…that theres “no time” for change

Never Back Again

When it’s what you know that set the colours of a day

When it’s never love and only craziness that stays

Jenny says she saw the world from my third-floor windowsill

And while she says it’s “kind of blurred” she thinks she might believe

 

She says: “I know that l would like to go

Leave a note, maybe I won’t

And mend my remaining ways of feeling part of some who after all does care

 

“I feel it’s coming to an end and I’m never, never back again”

“I feel it’s coming to an end and I’m never, never back again”

 

Off and on I’ll daze away and find myself hoping I’d lose

And pass my time inside the speaker where the sun’s up

Far away I hear you asking me to join you in your search for something new

I guess I’ll grab your shirt and drag behind in hope of other, wider, points for view

 

To say: “I know that I would like to go”

Leave a note, maybe I won’t

And mend our remaining ways of feeling part of some who after all does care

 

“I feel it’s coming to an end and I’m never, never back again”

“I feel it’s coming to an end and I’m never, I’m never back again”

 

The Dulcet Life

Sitting at closing time, mind in the ceiling paint

With all these cracks to guide a way for me – to what’s in my name

Sometimes I’d like to be a toaster and live on your kitchen shelf

I’d stand there proud in green, not often seen, but always around to help

 

There I could wonder, think and ponder, on how to learn in a better way

 

In time, I might be able to widen my attention span too

In search of other ways, through my salad days, to leave me with brighter views

 

To hear the things in your mind could pay for all

Through noise that does it’s best to keep away your every thought

So, can’t you and me just dream of what we’d like? …of the dulcet life

 

I’ll save one spark for later, for when I need to see

And I’m just losing touch with everyday streaming bad T.V.

 

‘Cause to hear the things in your mind can pay for all

Through noise that does it’s best to keep away your every thought

So, can’t you and me just dream the way we’d like? …of the dulcet life

A Rain Song

When everything feels cunning, no one ever knows why you go outside for a little while

And find it hard to get back home

Between this day and the next I joined your tracks and found a brighter way

But yeah, I hope you’d stay, stay and watch it rain

 

Would you go with me tomorrow, away from this space?

We could dive above the stormy skies and hide beneath the waves

Then, blinded by the dust I turned a corner, caught the sun, and thought

“no point in talking about the weather if tomorrow’s still the same”

 

Because away from dusty dancing days what kept me up was talk,

and half a world away seems pretty near when you’re off your heart

I found me flying off to fall on time, Ludlow got me up just fine,

as fire escapes and cigarettes led way, through what you said

With cheaper wine and whiter shoes

to get us in and show us what to choose in terms of staying where we are

To the well-earned breaks on sunny days that tell us that we are okay,

postponing ache in what seems to have it all.

 

It’s all too neat to be real…