Music Video
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Performer
Benjamin Beal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Beal
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Beal
Producer
Lyrics
Hibernate
Rather be alone
I built a hideaway
Stay up after dark
Get high with me
We don't even talk, we play the quiet game
I can be illusive
When I'm with you, I lose it
When thoughts get too intrusive
I would rather dip than stay
Spent the summer in the rain
Winter in a sample
She don't believe in magic
Well, I'm Paolo Banchero
In the forest with the warblers
Stealing marigolds from meadows
Almost burnt the city down lighting spliffys in my bedroom
They never liked me
They didn't love me
They're so mad their best day my normal Monday
Been a million places way before I left the country
Swear I wish that I could hug every motherfucker that bumps me
Always found an angle
Searching for a second chance
One way ticket
I'm in motherfucking Neverland
Everything's a cycle
Sell experiences second hand
I hope they found a good home
I need a cabin in the woods
Up like a snowglobe
If your emotional at my show
I'll tell the crowd that they can go home
No regrets when you're forgettable
The world is way too big for paper boats and broken telescopes
I'm letting you go
Hibernate
Rather be alone
I built a hideaway
Stay up after dark
Get high with me
We don't even talk, we play the quiet game
I can be illusive
When I'm with you, I lose it
When thoughts get too intrusive
I would rather dip than stay
Sitting underneath stars
Chuffing these darts
Shits sweeter than buttercream tarts
Bumblebee buzz
Heart flutter when the muddled speech starts
Looking for you like honey keycards
Crystalline skin
Sapphic magic
Whims ambivalent
Ham-fisted and lambastic
Its the bandwidth of my bandpass
Too damn massive
Lets fill in the middle
I just sandbag it
I'll let whatever through
I think my filter broke
Painting love notes under the oscilloscope
Thoughts: silly string
Heartbeat: skipping rope
Carve our names in the oak
Putting pics up
This is quick love
Hand over fist like I’m sparking my spliff up
Any other sound would be a crying shame
I'd rather lay with you in silence
Play the quiet game
Hibernate
Rather be alone
I built a hideaway
Stay up after dark
Get high with me
We don't even talk, we play the quiet game
I can be illusive
When I'm with you, I lose it
When thoughts get too intrusive
I would rather dip than stay
Written by: Benjamin Beal
