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Scarborough St.
04:15
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i turned on the heater in your car
and watched the glass defrost
there’s an empty can of beer in the console
i hope we don’t get lost
driving down scarborough street
feels good to get off my feet for once
and i don’t want your pity
you know i hate feeling small
and like a dog i run to you when you beckon or call
i tidied up your room, put flowers in the vase
you tucked away my hair to better frame my face
driving down scarborough street
woke up tangled in sheets again
so high on scarborough street
maybe we should start to head home
you are six feet tall and strong and capable
i am made of glass
i’ve had many things to say to you forever
but those too shall pass
driving down scarborough street
no place in heaven for people like me
and i don’t want your pity
you know i hate feeling small
and like a dog i run to you when you beckon or call
i tidied up your room, put flowers in the vase
you tucked away my hair to better frame my face
driving down scarborough street
woke up tangled in sheets again
so high on scarborough street
maybe we should start to head home
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Running Water - Demo
04:50
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take a breath, breathe me in like oxygen–deep in your lungs
i’m not scared, i’m as brave as i’ve ever been
the words i’ve sung don’t meet your ears
like weathered old friends looking for solace
or some sort of end
i will wait for you under the lemon tree
i dipped my face underneath running water
and still i never got clean
i’m not alone if you stay on my collar
i’m begging you ‘baby don’t leave’
won’t you stay?
stay.
i am warm, got out of the cold finally–safe in my home
fill the ice tray, make my bed and fall right asleep
you came in my dream: i kept on screaming but you couldn’t hear me
i woke up crying with nobody near me
no one’s home–least it feels that way
i dipped my face underneath running water
and still i never got clean
i’m not alone if you stay on my collar
i’m begging you ‘baby don’t leave’
won’t you stay?
stay.
maybe this is what i needed to be on my own
every second spent waiting for the ring of my phone
won’t you stay the night one more time for me?
i’m a basket case, a mess and a charity
i hear sirens, and they sound like your morning voice
tuning out everything till it’s all white noise
i dipped my face underneath running water
and still i never got clean
i’m not alone if you stay on my collar
i’m begging you ‘baby don’t leave’
won’t you stay?
stay.
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