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Dusty corner, small library
Musty pile of old magazines
That I've never seen before
But I'm growing so bored
April 17th, 1953
Himalayan baby with the reddest skin I've seen
And a man who's so last century
So why am I looking down on me
He's got my eyes and
He's got my nose
The way he's smiling, think that he knows
That I shouldn't have been born
But now it's time to go
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Ballast
04:42
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I can't seem to turn the page
But I don't wanna close the book
Still got things I need to say
Still got things I'll never do
It spits me out and pins me down
The waves are crashing all around
But I'm not drowning
With these chemicals, it ebbs and flows
And now I'm frozen
Frozen
Frozen with
Melancholia
Melancholia
I felt it once I told you
But I won't tell you when it's over
Melancholia
Melancholia
I felt it getting colder
But I won't tell you when it's over
When I feel that cold wind blow
Shut it down and lock the door
And grasp control
I'll just smile and remember
It won't feel this way forever
Cause winds change weather
With emotion, I can't dip my toes in
Water's frozen
Frozen
Frozen with
Melancholia
Melancholia
I felt it once I told you
But I won't tell you when it's over
Melancholia
Melancholia
I felt it getting colder
But I won't tell you when it's over
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh ah oh ah oh
Oh oh ah oh oh
Oh oh ah oh ah oh oh ah oh ah oh oh
Oh
Ah
Ah
Ah
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So Sick...
03:44
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I know what I'm doing is wrong
But I can't stop myself
Know what I'm doing is wrong
But I can't help myself
And I'll tap on the gas
When I know that I shouldn't
It all comes tumbling fast
When I prayed that it wouldn't
Cause I make myself so sick
All the time
And you make me so sick
When you call my name
When you look my way
Know what I'm doing's wrong
But I can't stop myself
Know what I'm doing's wrong
But I can't help myself
And I make myself so sick
Everyday
And you make me so siiiiiiiick
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Heard The Thunder
04:01
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Old friends, new friends
I hope you found some when I left
True friends, my old friend
Wouldn't try so hard to forget
Seven years, seven years
Can't help but feel it's all my fault
Seven years, seven years
How could I tell that something was wrong?
Old friends don't grow old when
You've tied off all your loose ends
And old friends can't pretend
That we've got time to make amends
And do you remember me coming over
Could someone have done that when you slipped under?
Couldn't have called me, cause I changed my number
You saw the lightning before I heard the thunder
Oh oh oh
Ah
These friends won't be together again till the very end of it all
These friends won't be together again till the very end of it all
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Layaround Christchurch, New Zealand
Ōtautahi based indie band playing some slow songs and some fast songs. They're all loud, though.
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