Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
August Child
Performer
Mike Pickering
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Pickering
Songwriter
Lyrics
When I squeeze your head
To tame the derision,
From the snakes in your bed
As they constrict your vision,
You ask for my tread to follow yours
Through the hallway, to the bathroom
And that's fine
'Cause you're in my grasp
And I'm in your prism,
The colours are vast
In our heavenly prison,
But don't let the bars being to slide
Because freedom means releasing
You from me.
Lover don't be lonely, harbour me in mind,
I've got a strong suspicion my fingers won't forget you spine,
Let your fingers know me and I'll be your guide.
And if I trap you in amber and I celebrate your gaze,
Will you repay the favour and preserve our golden days?
'Cause if our houses restrict us
How can we resonate?
I pour the varnish on your picture,
But the splinters stick on out of the frame.
Said the wind's your voice
When the North has you hidden,
My bedroom walls speak
Words that you've written,
There's even windows to your eyes,
But there's no disguising
Someone who's not there.
'Cause you took my life
And you churned up the flavour,
Bittersweet
Turned sickly with danger,
You know I crave you all the time
So be kind please and
Take my taste away.
Lover don't be lonely, harbour me in mind,
I've got a strong suspicion my fingers won't forget you spine,
Let your fingers know me and I'll be your guide.
And if I trap you amber and I celebrate your gaze,
Will you repay the favour and preserve our golden days?
'Cause if our houses divide us,
How can we congregate?
We keep the resonance inside us,
But the severance is desperate to play.
Now I hold you but I fear the gap,
I could love you but is time gonna love us back?
Love will come through if we leave crumbs in our tracks...
I'll behold your image,
Through the purest and
The most distorted haze.
Written by: Mike Pickering