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                                            Emily Says

Emily says she could paint a picture, maybe your walls, maybe the ceiling.

She’s got in mind the perfect colour. She wants you to share a beautiful feeling.

And the voice of the world seemed to tell her:

“Pull yourself together, tell someone who cares.”

I don’t know any more than you what tomorrow morning may bring.

Hold me, Emily.

 

Emily says she could write you something, maybe a card, maybe a letter.

She’s got some words to put in order. Surely she knows how to make things better?

And the voice of the world seemed to tell her:

“Pull yourself together, tell someone who cares.”

I don’t know any more than you what tomorrow morning may bring.

Hold me, Emily.

 

                                               Shelter

Time’s taken the supporting cast, all guarantees of sanctuary

So I build a perfect place to hide where no-one seems to notice me.

One thing after another, it’s so hard to find the eye of the storm

When it’s raining down, raining down, raining down on me.

 

Come to my beautiful dream world, populated by people like you.

We could be safe in our shelter. We’d change the weather.

The rain would stop, the storm would break for you, for you.

 

If I’ve designed the dream I’m living in, it’s strange it seems a mystery.

You’d think that instinct was a natural thing but I’m depending on you telling me.

One thing after another, it’s so hard to find the eye of the storm

When it’s raining down, raining down, raining down on me.

 

Come to my beautiful dream world, populated by people like you.

We could be safe in our shelter. We’d change the weather.

The rain would stop, the storm would break for you, for you.

 

                                          Demons

Will you speak to me again when all the small talk’s passed?

There are living things in the mirror but I’m not sure what lasts.

And as the pressure builds behind my eyes, I look for time to spend on you,

Depending on what demons materialise.

 

The plaster and the paint betray the building’s age

And a lot of the visible scars are down to me, I’m afraid.

And as the pressure builds behind my eyes, I look for time to spend on you,

Depending on what demons materialise.

 

                                              Smile

I have seen you fall in shadows, scavenging for clean air to breathe.

It doesn’t matter if you damage something that no man believes.

I have seen you join the battle, fighting through the undergrowth.

When I know how much it’s hurting, for pity’s sake, why don’t I let you know?

 

And when I see that face, there’s no need to race to the end.

We’ll never know for sure exactly what is left but we could just pretend.

 

There are always rays of sunlight burning through the falling leaves.

If you find a way of working through the night, you can still believe.

 

It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy to see.

It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy to see by the light of your smile.

 

And when I see that face, there’s no need to race to the end.

We’ll never know for sure exactly what is left but we could just pretend.

 

                               Winter

I hope I’m man enough to apologise

For the way troubled times grazed our lives.

I look out more to avoid such shame these days.

 

Here we are alone again

But that won’t get to me now.

We’ve been there and back again

But still don’t realise how.

 

Though summer dreams are always fine,

Winter returns every year at this time,

Every year on time.

 

I liked to take the wheel but never packed the car

And, like the roads ahead were the canals of Mars,

I’d draw a map but I’d never ask the way.

 

Here we are alone again

But that won’t get to me now.

We’ve been there and back again

But still don’t realise how.

 

Though summer dreams are always fine,

Winter returns every year at this time,

Every year on time.

 

 

                                     Wayside Flowers

I hear no questions so why do you require an answer?

“Your call is important” rings out in my head as I put the receiver down.

 

Hey, wayside flowers, don’t get hurt by the side of the busy road.

Keep your heads above the dirt, it’s such a long way back home.

 

I see no reasons for half the things you spend your time on

But that’s no excuse to make you wait in line so let’s hear your communication.

 

I’ve waited half my life for you so don’t let silences silence you.

I think I hear it coming through, your colour needs no approval.

 

Hey, wayside flowers, don’t get hurt by the side of the busy road.

Keep your heads above the dirt, it’s such a long way back home.

 

We may be useless so let’s enjoy the time we’re wasting

And maybe one day we’ll spit a little truth into hands that never tire of waiting.

 

Hey, wayside flowers, don’t get hurt by the side of the busy road.

Keep your heads above the dirt, it’s such a long way back home.

 

                                          Now

It’ll do me no good, I know, if I talk to you too long

And maybe you’ll do a better job if you forget where I belong

But I’ve been too long left in the dark, putting food on the table,

Looking over my shoulder, clearing a space for you

 

But the future and past are over, it’s time to get on with now.

The future and past mean nothing when the here and now’s so loud.

 

There’s always so many things to do if you want to stay prepared.

You soak up the rules of the game in case of fire before the rain

But you can learn too much from the past,

Looking out for tomorrow, while those who escape with their lives

Seize the only moment they know.

 

It’s the little things we do that may never do again.

How to get back in time without always watching a line.

 

                                    This Fever

It’s hard to conform, I feel too real to perform.

My dress is not bizarre, we see the world the way we are.

Nothing I could say necessarily betrays

A heart that feels so dark, so heavy it could fall apart.

 

When I stand before you, I’m concerned you don’t receive it.

Unless I work myself up, you may never see this fever,

You may never see this fever.

Nothing…

 

Irregularities through over use make it a hard language to learn.

The natives seem friendly but sometimes need some souls to burn.

 

When I stand before you, I’m concerned you don’t receive it.

Unless I work myself up, you may never see this fever,

You may never see this fever, you may never see this fever…

Fever.

 

 

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