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Tell Me What I Know
04:18
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paranoid, paranoid, underneath houses you sit
and you wait for the dawn
no, they couldn't hear you through the clamor of pipes
and through bones of dead mice you saw
tell me
tell me what i know
rising up from the dirt, it hums a question
my dear, did you think i had left?
i would never leave you to the cannibal night
you owe me your life and death
tell me
tell me what i know
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Parking Lot
02:56
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in the parking lot
with my fist against your chest
realizing
i can’t fight you like i did the rest
but i always want to win
i always make it a competition
of who’s gonna finally make it in
and who am i gonna kick back out again
i sleep in bits and pieces
i love in fits and spurts
i’ll crush you underneath me
just tell me when it hurts
and i’ll look you in the face
i will not tear my eyes away
but for now i stare at bathroom tile
i think that this might take awhile
it’s going to end
it’s going to end, i know it
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Ghosts
02:59
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sometimes i feel i am sitting next to the ghosts of people still living
people still living
every moment has already passed
i watch them all go by too fast
my hands are too slow
my hands move so slow
i am still a child
can’t help but cry when you leave for the store
i am still a child
i stare for hours at every door you close behind you
sometime in july my body left me all alone
now half the time i’m not sure if my hands are my own
now i’m not sure if i’ve always been this way
but last i checked, i knew your limbs
your arms and feet
your eyes and your face
i am still a child
never go to bed on time
i am still a child
all my nightmares tell me that you have died
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Sleep Talker
03:58
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i will leave my jacket sleeves rolled up
you borrowed it one evening, feeling cold
wore it into town, made it back by curfew
gave it back to me with the neatest folds
i will read your book and return it quickly
i won’t think about every note you’ve made.
read it in a day, let myself feel sick
i’ll isolate the heart with a barricade
i am not here to win
but i am not here to lose to you
i know that i have always been
a sleep talker, saying names
spend all my time awake
afraid of what i’ll never tell you
scared of how i’ll always wait
for you to tear me up
for you to tear me up
for you to tear me up
i have always been so good at
staying on the bull at the carnival
never let it go, even when i should
yeah even when it’s over, dead and dull
i am not here to win
but i am not here to lose to you
i know that i have always been
a sleep talker, saying names
spend all my time awake
afraid of what i’ll never tell you
scared of how i’ll always wait
for you to tear me up
but you can tear me up
yeah you can tear me up
i know we talked about it
i never said what i mean
wanna grow old with you
i guess that’s kind of obscene
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