Throwing Stones (EP) lyrics

Throwing Stones

Flicking through yesterday’s news

Slipping my neck into the noose again

Well it fits so well.

Doesn’t know where her loyalties lie -

Then again neither do I.

Going out getting drunk on gin

Waking up in her arms but then I

Never knew it would be so hard

Never knew I would be a part of this

Bitterness.

 

I try to fall awake but I still sleep

Wait for a week but I am weak

And resolutions fail

And once again I’m throwing stones

At your window.

Throwing stones

At your window.

 

Stand in the payphone count to ten

But you won’t call me back again.

Sends a little shiver right through me

When I hear you running down to me.

But I know you’ll only turn away

‘Cause you’ve got nothing left to say to me

Well hear me out.

 

I try to fall awake but I still sleep

Wait for a week but I am weak.

And resolutions fail

And once again I’m throwing stones

At your window.

Hope For Me

I know how you want things to be 
And I know how far, away we are 
And I know that you need someone 
Who worships you. 

But I think that you know by now 
That’s not, what I do, or who I am. 
Let’s not try to change each other 
We are, who we are. 

 

And every time you hope for me 
This is what you get from me.
Every time you hope for me 
This is what you get from me.

 

I know how you want me to be 
And I know how far, away I am 
And I know that you need someone 
Who cares, for you.

But I think that we know by now 
That when, I’m up, you're always down. 
How can we be together 
But still, feel alone. 

 

And every time you hope for me 
This is what you get from me.
Every time you hope for me 
This is what you get from me.
 

Here is the Place

Drive me slow, down the road
Sound the horn on every bend.
Bow your heads, respect the dead
For he had many, many friends.

Now follow the road, through the tunnel of trees
To the big, wide open field
And take a left, up the muddy track
To the house where I grew up.

 

And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me.
Beneath this old, willow tree;
Enough of an epitaph for me.
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me.
These friendly roots, will hold my bones
And I will never be alone.

 

Stop the car, on the track
Stoop to kiss me - I can’t kiss you back.
Shed no tears, for all the years
You’ve made up for what I lacked.
Heave me up, to head height
On the shoulders of my friends
And lay me down, on the lawn
When all the curtains have been drawn.

 

And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me.
Beneath this old, willow tree;
Enough of an epitaph for me.
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me.
These friendly roots, will hold my bones
And I will never be alone.
 

Holding On

The moment that you wake from your disguise
They record you with their eyes.
No matter how, long or hard they try
You know they won’t shake it
You know they won’t shake it.

 

Reaching for the seam that holds you in
To find where you begin.
Frozen in the pose they’ve chalked us in
You know we can’t break it
You know we can’t break this.

 

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.

 

The shutter clicks and we’re immortalised
Flashbulb our goodbyes.
No matter how, long or hard you try
You know you can’t fake it
You know you can’t fake this.

 

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.

Slowly disappearing out of view
Holding on to you.