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The Truth
03:11
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I’ve been holding onto you,
Like it’s the last day of winter,
Still too cold to walk on my own.
How do they do it?
I got my back against a wall, again.
Won’t you share a little truth,
Save me from moral disaster,
At least I know I’m still far from home.
How do they do it?
I feel like maybe I could fall, again.
There is truth to be found,
In all the places you run around
I’ve been searching for a cure,
For what must be forever,
Don’t tell me that I have always known.
How do they do it?
Is this where I come to be free, again?
Don’t be sorry, I can’t be found,
Out on my own, I don’t make a sound.
You can’t hurt me anymore,
No not anymore.
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Why Do I Fight?
03:34
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I had my fears replaced by love,
She told me a story of the man I could become.
Until now I had found myself alone,
Don’t ask me how but I always dreamed of something more.
She says I need this
I don’t wana fight all night long.
I don’t wana fight, on my own.
Back streets and back seats are all we know,
She says why hide ourselves, you know what we’ve become
Inside my desire there is a glow
Don’t ask me how but I know with you I am at home
I sold myself short in the past,
Now I find it hard to believe, that I’m worth more.
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I Can't Live
03:40
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You once said, don’t be scared,
Just relax and live for a while.
Don’t hold your breath, that leads to death,
Just relax and work on your smile.
There is nothing, worth more than living
I can’t live forever, I can’t live for now.
I can only live for the one who holds the world Together.
He holds me now
I can’t live,
I can’t live, without you.
They all said, don’t break bread,
Just relax and live for a while.
I have been told I’m free, to do as I please,
Whatever you dream, just think of something
All I need is a little direction
All I need is a little bit more
I will follow till the ends of my vision
Take me deeper, I know you have more.
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I told you, that I am not the same any more
Of course you never listen
The old truth, is I have seen you walk out my door
Don’t you ever listen?
I counted my blessings before I left home, everything I own,
everything you sold me so cheaply. It’s worth more to me now.
Please don’t sell me out.
Can I stand under the same sun as you
I lost my way home
I could save you, a little piece of who I was before
You know I never fit in.
The whole truth, is I have changed for you and nothing more,
When did this all begin?
I’ve been trying to find a reason not to cry in front of you.
But I’m afraid that at night, I’m just so damn see-through
You see more than I want you to
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Cold Feet
04:10
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My cold feet and shaky knees,
Make sure that you get the best of me.
But all you see, are your arms so empty.
But I have never been the one to admit that I was wrong.
It’s getting harder to breathe beneath the heat of all these lights,
Now I’ve got nowhere left to hide
Now I see you in a new light,
No longer golden and burning bright
But all I see, are my arms so empty.
No-one ever lost their temper so elegantly
No-one has broken hearts in September so beautifully
You broke my heart in September
But I’m all-right
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