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Arms Race
album cover
Arms Race was released on June 5, 2024 by Antennaland Recordings as a part of the album Rest a'shore! (The Water's Warm)
June 5, 2024
LabelAntennaland Recordings
LanguageEnglish
BPM155
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

I want a will that will lift me from all that I've got
And when I return you can savor my every thought
I want the words to pretend that I am what I'm not
And if no one believes it I'll lay myself down to rot
It's always
Scratch tickets on overdraft
You cover up the holes you had in lead
A sublet heart that just won't last
You trip and fall I've got the lead again
Stuck then in the aftermath
A pretty face, some pretty promises
A subtle charm, a metal cast
The sheets all red, hair slicked back and then
To and fro
The pendulum goes
The clouds, they move for nothing
Forever on the chase
Right time
Wrong place
Scrape it away feel the sentiment fade
I don't know (I don't know)
How we lost our way
Spun along karmic parades
Peacetime
Arms race
Head in your hands like you've fallen from grace
I don't know (I don't know)
How I lost your face
In this blood soaked masquerade
A summit or an underpass
It doesn't matter now, you've given in
Pretty pavement, broken glass
So similar, and yet so different
Can't picture when you touched it last
An abstract word, a sense of true intent
A field of green discarded trash
Where muddy forms go pray for oxygen
Back and forth
A changing of course
The tide gives way to nothing
Dead and living proof
My cards
Bleed through
I'm losing my hand to an ignorant skew
I don't know (I don't know)
When to fold to you
Oh to fight or make a truce
Knock Out
Come to
Fuck all has changed in the hours we blew
I don't know (I don't know)
How much love can prove
It is worth it I assume
Spin a story, cash for gold
Fluorescent lights, ephemeral
A mention bought, attention sold
The water's warm, the air is cold
Leave it love, the silver sand
I'll pour it from your hands
It's not enough
Reap the summer, run from fall
Breathe the smoke in, taste the salt
Faith in numbers, true or false
Till the concrete, do it all
Horizon passing undertow
The more we kept afloat
It's not enough
And
I want a will that will lift me from all that I've got
And when I return you can savor my every thought
I want the words to pretend that I am what I'm not
And if no one believes me I'll lay myself down to rot
And I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know
I don't know
Written by: Leith Jehu, Matthew Linkkila, Samuel O'Brien

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