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Shadow On My Ceiling
02:54
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You moved up from Arizona or somewhere just as dry
You looked higher than the sky and believed you still knew why
It's all too bad I met you in Rhode Island
to the rising sun
You've got black hair so it shows, and it's all pulled back in braids
It ain't got nothing to say, it just slays your shoulder blades
It's all too much I still look for your former
in the rising sun
Why can't I, I can't be the one to see
who I am, who am I supposed to be?
I've got your shadow on my ceiling, you're still held up with tacks
I can't mask the things I'm saying and you don't care to ask
I don't know if I can fall out of this
Is the damage done?
I'm still tip toeing around you and you tip toe around me
I can't be just who I want to because living just ain't free
As of now I just can't shake this armor
Is the damage done?
Don't you know, you don't know just where you went
Who you are, who are you to be content with this damaged one?
I am human, I am durable
I am hopeless, hear me roar
Hear me roar
I am hopeless, hear me roar
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The Bottle
03:08
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It seems I lost you in Chicago
and I don't know just where the rain falls
but I empty the bottle into my stomach
and I tell you everything I need to hear
to keep you here
I don't know just where the time goes
and I don't need to to keep me sober
but I empty the bottle into my stomach
and I tell you everything I need to hear
to keep you near
and I don't know where I've been
I don't know where I am
I don't know where to go
All I know is that you feel like home, like home, like
Do I look familiar?
Do I sound familiar to you?
I can't breathe the air
I let it all out onto the pavement
and then I don't know just where it all went
but I empty my lungs out into the thin air
and I tell you everything I need to fear
it's been ten years
and I don't know where I've been
I don't know even where I am
I don't know where to go
All I know is that you feel like home, like home
like home
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Mind's Eye
03:23
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Your hair, it falls across your face
I don't believe you anyway
but I want you to know that your smile always lives in my mind's eye
and I can't help but feel like your eyes make me feel so alive
with all this heavenly hurt
and yes, it feels so absurd
You're like that certain slant of light
on winter afternoons we fight
for our somber, our sanity, all of this amnesty, suspect
and I think that you must know you're saying it all with your affect
and all your heavenly hurt
and yes, it looks so absurd
I guess I don't know you after all
And you know that I'd love to take the fall
but you're all my internal differences
where all of my meaning is
Your voice, it rings inside my ears
no one's paid rent in here for years
but the landscape listens like there's nothing that needs to be said
and you oppress like the weight of the things that I hear in my head
thru all this heavenly hurt
and yes, it sounds so absurd
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Through And Through
02:05
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I don't know if I know me
through and through and through and through again
I don't know if I have the right to
but I believe in you, you do
And so I'm going away
I'm not coming back until I'm better
but I'm not sure that I'm through with you
and I don't think that I see through ya
so please just ask me to stay
and tell me more about the weather
'cause I don't know what it is I'm saying to me
and I don't know what it is I'm saying to myself
but the fact of the matter is that you may very well be
all I need
I don't have much more to say
I've been bruised and I've been battered
and I don't know if I get through to you
but I just hope and I pray that you follow through
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