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Throw them down your throat.
Many rivers to cross.
Laugh under granite-grey skies,
As if it's their loss.
Slip on your floor; bound aftermath.
That which has stolen your years.
Son, don't become one more shadow.
Don't drop your anchor here.
Broken down liver and withered frame.
Lungs wrinkled like old balloons.
Dampen your spirits by sunrise
And swear at the moon.
'Cause sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.
It's all because of you (x6)
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.
- Album:
- Tiny Rewards
- Tree Bursts in Snow
- Boots Met My Face
- Holding the Strings
- Building as Foreign
- Holding the Strings - Single
- Evangeline
- Evangeline - Single
- Nettwerk Fall Music Sampler 2012
- Tree Bursts In Snow (Bonus Track Version)
- Guest of the Government
- Nettwerk: 30 Years of Music
- Tree Bursts in Snow (Bonus Version)
- Guest of the Government - Single
- The Paper Trench
- Beetle in the Box
- Paste mPlayer #46
- Nettwerk Spring Music Sampler 2012
- For The Turnstiles - 16 Tracks Of Brilliant New Music
- Rough Guide To Scottish Music (3rd Edition)