A wet wind cries as January dies

You know your love is my demise

She tore the substance from your seams and left a painted stranger as she fades into a dream

If we fall, will you follow me?

Blindly, Blissfully, I know how it feels to be free

Come and cure my apathy

Be my architecture, fade into a dream

If we fall, will you follow me?

Blindly, Blissfully, I know how it feels

If we fall, then will I belong

where I’ve been all along?

I know how it feels to be free

(how it feels to be free)

When you’re rid of my company

I’ll be waiting like a dog at a grave

If we fall, will you follow me?

Blindly, Blissfully

If we fall, then we’ll be apart

Then maybe we’ll start

to know these gestures off by heart,

these gestures of our hearts.

Looming day that I dread

Turning grey the words I say

It’s all in my head

Then the image falls away

When the night is over

and the inky sky turns red

still I’m barely sober

hallucinated all I said

I ache when you’re not here

and more when you are near

Cathedral of a heart,

and the choir when we’re apart

sings only hymns

Stronger is the joy we share

but fragile is the one I crave

When I blink and break my stare

I’m turning round to see my grave

I ache when you’re not here

and more when you are near

Cathedral of a heart,

and the choir when we’re apart

sings only him

Nail through my hand

Was your leaving planned?

I’d understand

Please, prove me wrong

that I belong

where I long to be

In this moment

Slowly sinking from above

Like you mean it

leave nothing but the bones of my love

Breathe just to say

The honour’s mine in every way

Now forever lives

cast away what longing gives

In this moment

Slowly sinking from above

Like you mean it

leave nothing but the bones of my love

Nothing but the bones

Take it to the bone

nothing, no

In this moment

Slowly sinking from above

Like you mean it

leave nothing but the bones of my love

And in his image

Slowly falling from above

Like you mean it

leave nothing but the bones of my love

Spring day melts into dreams

warping in memory

forever fields of summer

Though past, the winter echoes

through the grace that shaped your face

hands hold he ghostly porcelain

won’t you let her in?

Falling into sleep

and knowing what you mean to say when she wakes you the next day

talk about your dreams

distracted by the way you feel when you find out they were real

I’m moulded in the image of your decay and here I’ll stay

forever fields of summer

Though past the winter echoes through the warm and velvet sky

no word can shake the grey within

won’t you let her in?

Falling into sleep

and knowing what you mean to say when she wakes you the next day

talk about your dreams

distracted by the way you feel when you find out they were real

hey,

This is the cycle of our lives

and there’ll always be another

This is the cycle of our time

and there’ll always be another

and there’ll always be another

January London Road was flooded in the rain

Busses running late from school I nearly missed my train

Feburary, Winter blues was filling up my hair

Solitude had conquered me and laid the season bare

If you close your gentle eyes

Would I ever know you died?

When the curtain falls you’ll say

Why did nobody wake me?

Barely even loving though he’ll break an arm for you

in his entertainment, method actor, frown on cue

Of all the hope and love that you share with me in dreams

We wake to barren hillsides sodden at their seams

If you close your gentle eyes

Would I ever know you died?

When the curtain falls you’ll say

Why did nobody wake me?

Those honest thoughts of martyrdom

and unchanging angle of the sun

That plagal smile to bind me there

I wouldn’t rather anywhere

I bare the ambient decay

of the illusion you would stay

The moment whispers every day

I’ve never been further away

In the will of the sun, how…

From the ashes, begun, how, you know how

I bare the ambient decay

of the illusion you would stay

The moment whispers every day

I’ve never been further away

What once was cavernous of mind has now been left behind

Now I’m stuck between a statue, a figure, an aching dream

A statue, a figure, a dream

Did you want to forget?

What hasn’t happened yet

And now you’re stuck between a statue, a figure, an aching dream

A statue, a figure, a dream

Visions falling back to me

Now I see the way that the light falls on London

Now that the future’s undone

Did you come to regret?

What hasn’t happened yet

And now you’re stuck between a statue, a figure, an aching dream

A statue, a figure, a dream

Visions falling back to me

Now I see the way that the light falls on London

Now that the future’s undone

Body remembers emotion that mind forgot

Silently knowing its beyond an afterthought

Not young and not old, this shimmering in between

Its only forever that bled out since you were seventeen

Feel the blood run in places it shouldn’t be

I’m half here, and nowhere, only vague in memory

Hold me gently,

It was just a dream but it still affects me

Always here

You’ll have me here

Always and always