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Decay
03:53
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I've been talking to myself.
I've been talking to myself more than with anybody else.
Like I was somebody else.
Somebody else...
See me often, make me up.
I'm alive in your head more than in anyone's.
Maybe I could be someone.
Yea, I could be someone.
But we distort,
And I am not like you.
You can't ignore the truth.
What a wonderful day,
To bury our heads in our hands
And pray we'll be okay.
What a wonderful day, a wonderful day.
It's so easy to decay.
I've been drinking by myself.
I've been drinking by myself more than with anybody else,
Wishing I was somebody else.
Somebody else...
So I'll deform;
I want to be like you,
but you can't ignore the truth.
What a wonderful day,
To bury our heads in our hands
And pray we'll be okay.
What a wonderful day, a wonderful day.
It's so easy to decay.
It's so easy to decay,
Such an easy thing to degrade.
It's so easy, easy...
What a wonderful day,
To bury our heads in our hands
And pray we'll be okay.
What a wonderful day, a wonderful day.
It's so easy to decay.
What a wonderful game,
To bury our heads in the sand
And pray we don't suffocate.
And what a wonderful game, for such a wonderful day.
It's so easy to decay.
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Silhouette
03:48
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Take a look at me; is this what you want?
To be a parody, everything you're not.
Your left behind, out of sight, little piece of night,
That calls your name, calls you name, calls your name.
Let it press, coalesce, be who you become.
Make amends with your bends while they can still be undone.
I am not a silhouette, I want to live again.
Swim upstream, underneath, don't get swept away.
Ease it out, tease it out, how to be okay.
It's all irrelevant, so irrelevant, let me take you down.
Your quiet company, although a part of me,
has never been less welcome than it is right now.
I am not a silhouette, I want to live again.
I am not a silhouette, I want to live again.
I want to live again, I want to live again.
Yea, I want to live again.
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3. |
Feel Good
04:39
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Find me face down, gone off the deep end.
Find me among the living dead.
Buried in my bed by dusty cobwebs,
drifting overhead, like gossamer threads.
Like gossamer, gossamer threads.
I want to feel good,
I want to feel good,
Want to remember how to feel good,
Feel so fucking good.
I want to feel good.
Find me face down, outside your front door.
Find me, fuck me so I'm not bored.
Kiss away the aches of walking away.
Piss away the days with me, lethargic and drained.
I want to feel good,
I want to feel good,
Want to remember how to feel good,
Feel so fucking good.
I want to feel good,
Don't I deserve to?
Show me how to feel good,
Feel so fucking good.
There's no affection here, no, no sympathetic ear, just a mechanical soul made from rusted gears. There's no affection here.
It's like screaming underwater;
Getting by is just holding my breath.
Could I be the brick through the pane of glass,
Not the man with the spine like a blade of grass?
There's no affection, there's no affection,
There's no affection here at all.
There's no affection,
There's no affection here at all.
I want to feel good,
I want to feel good,
Want to remember how to feel good,
Feel so fucking good.
I want to feel good,
Don't I deserve to?
Show me how to feel good,
Feel so fucking good.
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4. |
Stay The Night
04:31
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I see you sometimes,
But we don't talk, and I don't smile.
I'm a wretch at best; a shallow mess,
With empty heart and empty threats.
And I could be discrete; I could hold my tongue.
But the greatest joke that the devil ever played was love.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
Tell me that I'll be alright.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
I need some time, because the hope inside me doesn't seem to burn as bright.
I remember your hands on my face,
The heat in your breath when you exhaled
When we drove out beneath the stars,
And we made love out the back of my car.
And I could be discrete; I could hold my tongue.
But the greatest joke that the devil ever played was love.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
Tell me that I'll be alright.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
I need some time, because the hope inside me doesn't seem to burn as bright.
My fortitude, I thought, would carry me through,
Because I used to be so strong,
But I gave all my strength away to you.
I gave all my strength away to you.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
Tell me that I'll be alright.
Stay the night; I need to feel your body heat by my side.
I need some time, because the hope inside me doesn't seem to burn as bright.
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