low hanging sun pouring through ur eyes
leaving burnt shapes behind
like explanations u could never find
for words that never left ur mind
everything softens to a smudged glow,
blurred by half a careless thumb
a freezeframe of some better time
before u acted so dumb
now i'm outside, looking in
so tired of listening in
i'm inside looking out
to what i dream about
if i loved you, and i said its true
could that ever do?
tell me
faces u still expect to see;
silent memories of forgotten dreams
and no amount of sleep can ever set u free
until u find a set of reasons just to let u be
it's perennial now anything is possible
wandering the street, the local silhouette
& i'm searching for some common thread,
i'm craving just to make amends
but i guess some things just end.
but i'm always telling a lie
oh no every time
i'm vacant in disguise
d'you think that you would mind?
i'm changing and faking,
always waiting
so tell me.
credits
from Internals (part II),
released June 27, 2016
written/performed/produced by Heather Blore
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024